Ugh.

from here

I don’t want to go to bed at night. I don’t want to get up in the morning. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to study. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to stay home. I don’t want to care for children. I don’t want to play. I don’t want to be an awful mother, and I’m an awful mother when I'm depressed.

I keep thinking, “I just wish I was normal!” and making myself cry.