Y’all ever wake up and your brain chemistry is like “hey so we’re gonna be an On Fire dumpster today, hope that’s cool”

Yes

I had a two week depressive episode at the end of April and I have no idea why it happened or why it went away (Yes, I relate)

Yup. With painweasels and vengeful synaptic Craigslist connection.

I mean

It would be nice to have even a day where I’m not in a constant fight with my brain about how it’s making me feel…

Me. To the point that I feel hopeless today. (A lot of it is that we're behind, can't even get groceries, etc, and my spouse and I are both panicking/trying to drum up gigs and help.)