My thoughts were attacking me this morning, every painful shameful moment from the past. It was just a "Jane's Hit Parade." So i exercised to try and stop them but that didn't work. I thought a change of scenery might help so i joyrode our train. Then i went to the mall for lunch and a few groceries.

It may not sound like much, but i guess that's a lot of activity for me, after all these long quiet months of depression / COVID inertia. Well, it WAS three buses and a train. I got overwhelmed and cried after i got home. It just seems that there's no pleasure in life. I'm alive, sure, but where is the pleasure?

Unfortunately, my dog, who is sweet and adorable in every other way, does not comfort me when i cry. She doesn't have any reaction.

I guess i just got overwhelmed. I spent several hours sitting quietly and feel recovered now. I'll be more careful not to overdo it from now on.

Happy that i exercised two days in a row tho. I'm very sore, it even hurts to type.