On days like this, I wonder why I bother with anything when nothing feels even vaguely right. It’s all either pointless or impossible, and what I do manage to accomplish is ridiculous.
On top of everything else I have a backache and a nasty headache. I think it’s time to go feel like a miserable failure in a horizontal position.
It’s good that you can tag it as depression, and realize it’s not an honest assessment of yourself. It’s hard to get the nasties out when they’re coming from inside your own consciousness.
One thing that helps me is to think of it as having a back that goes out on you sometimes. It’s not your fault, you can’t control it, and you can’t do shit when it’s out, and that’s okay. You’ve just got to take it easy on yourself until it fixes itself on its own.
Another thing that helps is to pretend that my horrible inner thoughts are being spoken by my best friend, about herself. It makes it much easier to counter them, that way.
You are cared for, and you aren’t alone. /hugs/