So I found this little comic by Matthew McGuigan. It managed to bring a smile to my face, possibly because I found it so horrifically relatable, and it pretty much summarizes my mentality right now.
I'm still slowly chipping myself out of this hole depression's dug for me, and some days are easier than others. I have to learn to be proud of myself for little accomplishments, such as getting out of bed when that's the last thing on Earth I want to do, or choosing to go to class instead of the zoo (an inexplicable urge this morning, which at least helped me get out of bed). I need to recognize that getting some things done is better than nothing, even if I have to lay down for a while afterwards because doing things exhausted me.
Also: when I typed the title for this post, autocorrect informed me that I'd misspelled sleep, written exactly like that. It then suggested I correct it to-- you guessed it-- sleep. I then stared at it for so long that the word lost all meaning, so I decided to record this whole nonevent as a new low. Whether it was for me or for autocorrect, I wasn't quite sure.
I have no idea what I'm doing.