Depression is such a weird thing. It’s so strange what limitations it puts on me.
Work? Yeah, I’m showing up every day and doing a good job. Dying family member? It sucks, but I’m handling it as well as can be expected. I even drove 6 hours each way to say goodbye to my uncle in hospice. Dinner? Nope. I absolutely cannot make a healthy meal for myself. Takeout and frozen dinners are all I can manage right now.
This illness just does not make sense to me.