I know my depression is awful, I’ve gone months without showering, I don’t remember when I last brushed my teeth (I’ve lost serval because of that), and I haven’t brushed my hair in weeks. My room reflects my awful state of being, and now there’s a rat in it, and I feel like that’s what really putting me over the edge. I’m too ashamed to ask for help and I feel like I don’t deserve help because I got myself to this point, so I have to get myself out. I don’t even know if I can help myself. I’ve tried, I guess not hard enough because I always end up back here, but “back here” has never included an infestation surprisingly enough. I think this is an all time low