Having a bit of a hard day today. My mom got our tree out so we could decorate it with my nephew. Music playing, colours, and everything.

Every part of my brain knew I should be experiencing joy, but I just couldn't. To be clear, I'm not sad or upset, I just didn't experience joy on the same level as them. That realization did bother me a bit.

That said, I am glad I was here. I love spending time with my mom. I just wish my depression didn't negate some of the joy I might have felt otherwise.