Random #?!?

Depression is like the chocolate levels on Candy Crush. You break one bit of the sticky stuff miring your life and it looks like progress then you go away and do neutral stuff for a bit and two more squares have formed around bits of your world that were previously ok.

Mostly I'm just busy and pressured and trying to chase off an overwhelming sense of doom because it's ridiculously counterproductive to Doing Stuff. And Stuff needs to be Done in the next few days.

I know it's controversial as all get-out, but St John's Wort is quite possibly keeping me from complete loss of shit right now. Which shouldn't be a surprise, I guess, since the cheap little teabags you could get then helped me out a lot as a teenager with no access to any resources but herbs and fresh air for managing all the crap that was going on. I was worried there might be some mutual fuckery when adding this into a regime that also includes nightly 5HTP, but so far there hasn't been a problem.

I need more exercise, but time and energy are in short supply.