Like walking through mud. So slow. Slogging through.
Wanting to stay in bed. To cover up and hide. It’s all too much, I think I’ll stay here.
If you’re depressed, everything can feel slowed down, difficult.
You go through the motions, but you’d rather not. You’d rather lay down and hide. You’d rather not have to deal with people. You’d rather…not.
It feels dull and gray. When it doesn’t just feel…sad.
It’s one or the other. There’s fatigue, no motivation. And then there’s the hating yourself for not feeling motivated to do anything. You wish you wanted to do things.
You wish you didn’t think so negatively
You wish you had energy
You wish you had some motivation
You wish you exercised
You wish you could enjoy some things
You wish you could enjoy the people in your life
You wish you could stop isolating so much
You wish you were less irritable
You wish you wish you wish