As much anxiety as it caused me, and as much as I didn't want to, I put on my big girl face, left my house on my own, and hung out with the friends I haven't seen in what I realized has been almost 2 months. This depression has kept me from enjoying time with people and it took ALL of my strength to get out there. But I did it.
I think about how sad it is. Completing the simplest tasks, participating in activities like hanging around friends, are such triumphs. This disease is such a thief. I hope I can find the strength to fight tomorrow. I'm exhausted.