A mild depression today. It feels like a part of my little brain just stops working, unable to receive what it deserves. There are medications, but I don’t feel confident in the long-term consequence of it. 

A doctor once explained what I feared more - the consequences of a medication or the consequences of what my body will experience for neglecting it. 

I think about that often when my mood declines or spirals and it reminds me that even if a part doesn’t work, I can still just cook a nice little vegetable meal and I can still stop pressuring myself to be better. 

 One of the best things for me was walking, in natural, rather than urban, environment. Try it out. 

 I cooked myself in the sun today so I can feel. But now I’m just too tired to be depressed. A win is a win 

 Look after yourself, mate.  

 Allow it to come and know that this too shall pass.
It happens to most of us.
We are here for you 🫂