Things I used to do:
blog (not the same as writing)
play with my kids
have a clean house
cook real food
eat (instead of smoke) to regulate my blood sugar and moods
Apparently, someone gave diet pills to my ego while I wasn’t looking because now I:
let myself be intimidated
scream silently for someone to rescue me
Things I plan to do starting immediately:
all of the first list above and
plant more flowers
stand up for myself
hit publish/quit self censoring
That ought to be a good start, don’t you think?
And if anybody ever tells you depression won’t kill you, they lie. Sorta. It really only eats your soul out of you and leaves a husk.