Right on the nose with the insurmountable task.
The thing is, is that if somehow you get the energy to get out the door, whatever you have planned is (nearly) always a good time. It’s just so hard to remember that when depression takes hold.
I know it’s not the best recommendation, but my partner and I have matching tattoos on our ring fingers. It’s a symbol for something we both really really love and it’s delicate and sensible enough that no one looks twice. Even if we split, it’s not their name or anything and it’s still something that means a lot to me on its own and is vague enough to be something I’ll still enjoy
Yeehaw! In 2025 I’m going to defeat my personal demons with a fucking flourish and get yolked as hell doing it.