Not having a great time at the moment.

I ran out of my antidepressant on Thursday morning, and I have no idea when my pharmacy is going to refill it. I’m skating around my usual depressive thoughts of “what is even the point of anything?”, wanting to dive into them and indulge in misery but also knowing that it won’t help me.

I feel like I should document stuff but I also don’t feel like documenting stuff. I’m tired and nothing seems worth doing.

That’s it, I guess.