My brain is just completely not working today. There's no coffee in the office because the delivery didn't show up. I woke up with a migraine and got in late because I was sitting on the sofa waiting for my medication to kick in. Now it has and I'm in work feeling like my head is full of cotton wool and empty of any driving thoughts. I've been feeling more like life isn't worth living. What scares me is I can fill my life full of fun things, or things that the person I think I am finds fun, and I feel nothing at all. We've picked It's Lonely at the Centre of the Earth by Zoe Thorogood to read for book club and instead of finding it relatable or comforting I viscerally dislike reading about someone else's depression. I don't like feeling this way. I'd like to think I'm a nice person. I'm not surprised my thoughts have crept in this direction as I'm writing this post because they frequently creep in this direction when I'm alone, walking, riding my bike. How do you combat it without…
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