I haven't been well these past couple of days, mostly due to sleeping too much.

I was reading an overview of some show supposedly known for its accurate portrayal of clinical depression. I could only get through so much - so many thoughts and conflicts were familiar, especially those of self-hatred and existential dread. I couldn't stomach it. I hate myself for being so weak, but it just hurt to read and think about. I'm not watching it, that's for sure.