Depression is a dirty rat bastard

[mobiusstripper]

Changing meds this week and I am for real the messiest bitch right now. No energy, crying over everything and nothing, watching a lot of TV and lying on my bed listening to my noisiest music with headphones like a teenager. My brain feels like a rotten fruit that got dropped on the floor.

Fortunately, I have been able to avoid completely neglecting work and art, though my productivity is down. I also found a new covid-safe rage-channeling activity, which is going to the batting cages. Took a baseball to the tit yesterday, but I was really brave about it.