Most days, I leave my house at 7:00 AM and return home at 7:00 PM.
This is a trap I never wanted to fall into. The one where I work harder and make more money only to spend more money and have less time, energy, and money for the things I enjoy.
When you’re depressed or anxious (or some combination of both as I am), summoning the energy to do anything is challenging. This is especially the case if (like me) you have a lazy streak even when you’re well. While laying around deeply engaged in Netflix or Hulu marathons (currently addicted to Nashville, Arrow, and Boss) is how I like to unwind after a hectic work week, I’ve witnessed recently how an innocent day of doing nothing can easily turn into a day of laying around hating myself.