I’m burned out. I tried to suck it up and drive on. It’s instinctual for me to force myself to function regardless of how I’m feeling. I feel poorly. I’m overwhelmed, and the Depression Monster is beating me about the face and neck. I’m going to grab my depression box, and do what I know I need to do to get past this spot. I’ve relied too heavily on running as a single coping skill. I need to force myself to use my other skills that took years for me to build. I refuse to be a casualty to the chemical warfare going on in my brain. I know I can feel better than this. I deserve to feel better than this.