Depression is tugging on the edges of my world. It takes a lot for me to do the daily things that must be done. I dragged myself to the store and was so overwhelmed by choices. I didn’t make a list so was just going up and down the aisles. Ended up with a hodgepodge of items. 4 packages of cookies because mum asked me to get a box and I couldn’t decide on one. They have a long shelf life so they can go in the pantry. My pdoc appointment is still a month away. I can’t afford to go dormant. I’ve mum to care for. My last depression lasted 14 months. I only left my apartment to get litter and cat food. That was prepandemic and stores were open 24 hours. I only went out at 2 am cause no people. I can’t expect mum to go without food.