I was doing good for a couple of months, and then this wall hit again. No rhyme or reason, just another season of this fucking depression. I don’t like wasting my days like this. I have goals and I have a life I want to create, but this tremendous weight over me wins every single time. All I do is lay down on my bed and scroll through social media. When I don’t scroll it actually feels worse. Today I had to put away laundry that sat in the dryer for 3 days, and it was absolutely exhausting. I cried at the end. This is awful. I like making friends and talking to people usually, but now when I go out in public I pray that no one tries to talk to me. What kind of life is this. I feel so robbed.