I went into a stretch the past few days where my depression has been worse, and I've taught myself to clean my room and other areas I spend a lot of time in when that happens. I found that it helps me feel productive and cleaning up the clutter is a great visual sign that I'm actually making progress with something.

I've always struggled with getting rid of things that I've built an emotional attachment to. I'm not to the level of being a hoarder by any means, but there are certain items that really hurt to get rid of. Today, I'm getting rid of this old alarm clock I use that I've had for at least 15 years (crazy to think it's been that long). A friend got me a nice new one with charging ports that will let me charge my phone easier, which I constantly forget to do. I had this panicky feeling when I unplugged my old one and tried distracting myself with setting up the new one. I thought I was going to have a small anxiety attack, but I kept going. I noticed I'm actually able to push through it and talk myself down. I'm finally starting to listen to myself. It doesn't sound like I'm lying when I say "this is for the better" or "you don't even use the old one anymore. This is a good idea". It isn't much, but it makes me unbelievably happy to see that all my work over the years is actually helping me do little things again.