I am having a difficult time getting anything done in life. There are blogs I want to write, and there is a book I want to write. I cleaned half the house yesterday and want to clean the other half today. There are phone calls I need to make. Today I planned on going to Costco. I have the day off work today and there are so many things I need to do.
But instead, I feel my limbs filling with cement, and it makes it impossible for me to do anything. It’s this soggy mass in the middle of my chest that just spreads out, mixes with my good intentions, and turns into cement. It feels like good old fashioned depression.