It’s 4pm. I just took a shower. This feeling of being unclean crept up on me this morning. Couldn’t shake it off. I guess it was a simple fight between the mind and the body: am I more depressed than I need a shower? Not today, woman.

It’s difficult navigating this. Again. I need to keep functioning. That is a… given. I wish I could fall apart like I could as a child.

It’s been ~10 or so difficult days. Maybe things will get better. I don’t think it’s as simple as “feeling sad” or “feeling down” but I’ll take this comic if it makes me feel better. Which it does.