Eh, you know. It is what it is. And as much as the immediate events of the day don't always seem to bear a relationship to what's happening in the moment, I've also just spent a fair number of years doing some pretty difficult things.

Like, you know, living in a house that is literally falling apart around me, on the edge of foreclosure, while in transition, in a dangerous neighborhood, with my awful mother in the basement, locked in financial codependency with my ex. This past summer's estrangement from my mother. My last two LTRs.

I mean, I've always lived with depression, but I kind of get why it's been more intense the last few years.

I'm still going. That's pretty badass.