Sometimes I feel as though my depression and my anxiety are at war with each other. Depression is telling me not to do anything, to stay in bed and cover my head with the blankets, while at the same time I have the anxiety voice twittering in the background saying but you need to move, you need to go to the gym you need to run. I f you stay in bed you will get fat, you are lazy, you are neglecting your family. Get up, move. So I get up. I move and the depression swears at me saying, F**k all this, all you want to do is sleep. So I run. I sleep. I run. I sleep. But it is never the right thing to be doing. One voice or the other is always criticising.