I think I'm depressed. But I'm not sure. I'm not crying and there's nothing necessarily wrong. I mean there's the usual insecurities and stresses. But that's not the problem. I'm just sad. I can't get out of bed no matter how hard I try to convince myself.
"I need to clean." I tell myself.
"I can't lay in bed all day again!" I sit up, but then the anxiety of doing anything rushes over me and pushes me even deeper into the bed. So I just give up.
I'm not eating anymore. I get full easy and nothing sounds appetizing. I can eat one thing for the whole day and I'll be perfectly fine. My stomach won't rumble and I won't crave anything. I try and try to make myself eat but I can't. I get full and nauseous.
I don't know what's happening. Im scared I'm losing control of myself. Did my depression finally win?
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