I realised I was in another depressive episode. It's been a while since my last, and I kept telling myself it wasn't that bad.

And in a way, I was right. Conpared to how I've felt before, this was mild. The incessant voice that used to put me down all the time was rare, and I found myself being kinder to myself. Affirming it was okay, I'd get through it and I was not a bad person for being unproductive.

But even still, it's been so difficult leaving my bed. I've had to cancel appointments, reschedule meeting up with friends. I've not been able to make myself a meal for over a week.

Today I felt motivated. I made myself a bowl of pasta with a simple cheese and tomato sauce. I put in chili flakes and oregano. I even made enough for seconds incase I don't feel like cooking again later.

Right now, I'm letting it cool and I hope it will give me the energy to tidy. I feel positive about today :)