I spent the day outside, not by will, but I guess it was a good idea after all. I needed to get out of my house, away from my bed, away from the tv, away from everything that has been contaminated by depression.
I spent the day with my family, outside the city. Got badly sunburned, saw everyone swimming and dancing and happy; found a new baby bird to babysit; met a giant snake, survived. I can’t say that didn’t distract me, it did, it was good.
Came back at night. As you would expect, things aren’t magically better, nothing was fixed, and I’m still sick.
This entry might be pointless, but I need it. I need it to be here to register at least one milimetric improvement. Anything.