Well, it's been eleven months of mild depression with one month off for anxiety. I try things, but nothing works. Either i stay home and i'm bored, or i go out and i'm upset. Today was another failed attempt to connect with people at my mental health drop-in. I wish i wouldn't go there. It's in a bad section of town and the things i see in the neighborhood are pretty disgusting. The conversation in the drop-in can be pretty grim too. I wish i had something better to do.

The smoke was bad again today. I guess this is the new normal. Poison air.