Fuck it, make it anyway

I kind of crashed out this week. Not in an explosive, dramatic way, but an implosion, a collapsing of the self, my resolve and motivation crumbling into the mush you get when you put tissue paper through the laundry. I’m doing better now, and I wanted to write down my thought process in case anyone else is going through the same thing, especially, probably, sadly, future me. The reason for this is...