I sit here thinking of all the time that I have just sat here and it just adds to the depression.
Over the last year I have wasted so much time doing nothing. I stare at Facebook, I play the first 5 mins of a show or movie then turn it off, I look at pretty houses for sale on the real estate sites that I will never be able to afford. It’s all just a giant waste of time.
I had started writing again. Got about 90 pages into the novel I have always wanted to write. Then I just stopped. Not because the ideas were not there but just because.
I look at the half painted wall in my living room and say I am going to finish that tomorrow. But I never do.
I walk past the spare room full of junk and think, I am going to organize that room tomorrow. But I never do.
I dont know if it is the depression making me lazy or the fact that I am lazy that is making me depressed.