Today I’m struggling with low-level depression.
Here is the (incomplete) list of things I have found myself thinking about in order to soothe/distract/punish myself: food, sex, kenken, email, despair, self-loathing, my own death, my partner’s death, my dog’s death, baseball, politics, running through all the scripts about all the times I’ve been really, really right about something, all the times I’ve been really, really wrong about something, and all the things I “should” be doing.
Instead, I am trying hard throughout the day to carve out moments of staying with my feelings of sadness and aimlessness, and just letting them be.