Today I've worked a lot. I went to my shop and made prints for monday. I think if there was no work I would find it. When hands are running, the brain slows a bit. In this sense, depression made me a very productive individual (bitter humour).
Gloomy thought kept on coming. I shrugged them off physically. Shaking head and moaning, now I know what I'd look like if I am to end in a psych ward (more bitter humour).
Sincerely, it is not biting so hard, it did better in the past. But in the long run the burden of life is really... burdening me.