I hate depression. I hate anxiety. Sometimes when they hit me I could double over from nausea.
You would think there would be a reason. I can think of a few triggers the past few days but I can usually shake it off. I'm having trouble doing that. It's physical too. I don't feel good. Maybe I'm depressed because I don't feel good. Or maybe I don't feel good because I'm depressed. Maybe I'll just go to bed.