It started again yesterday. The frozen thoughts and thick movements with my depression. Nothing gets done and I feel low and worthless for not being productive. I hate this. It's taken me all freaking day to just get 3 things done. Don't tell me how lucky I am to get that much done, just don't! I'm angry because it's beyond my control and it doesn't feel like me. It's a thief and it robs me of me and I can't control it. I hate it. I wish it wasn't like this.

notz so good today