Having one of those “oh god, the meds don’t work any more. I’m still time blind and distractible and have executive dysfunction. Everything is fucked” drops.

And then I go into my room to get ready for bed past the washing machine that’s running and the dishwasher that has run twice today, been emptied twice, and refilled, under the clean and clutter-free work surface.

The sink does not have a three week old pile of teabags in it.

The bedroom floor when I get there has no clothes on it. My chair has no clothes on it. I know where all my meds are. I have cleaned my teeth twice in the last 24 hours. I take my clothes off and put them away; laundry basket or hung up for reuse.

I stopped doomscrolling to do all that. Consciously. Wilfully.

Also I don’t hate myself. Better even; I like who I am. I’m a good person. And I’m funny, even if my sense of humour is somewhat niche. That just makes it a delicacy.

I haven’t impulse bought stupid shit on Amazon in ages.

And I ate vegetables today. Lots of them.

My total alcohol consumption for 2026 is: 2 units. At no point in the last 12 months have I ever been illegal to drive.

And when someone gets upset, I don’t assume it’s about me.

So yeah. Don’t forget where you came from. Sometimes it’s too easy to do that.

They still work.