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I wake up to my stomach saying 'You're sick. No chores for you. You DESERVE to sleep in."
I in turn sit up, check the time, see that it's two minutes to 9AM, which is when I'm to wake up, and say "Fuck you, I have chores to do. You can deal."
The more I work, the less my stomach bothers me. I'm now having my breakfast break, and I don't feel a thing. I'll be back to cleaning soon and it'll further help it to go away.
Work, as in physical work that actually makes you feel good, fixed anything. Depression, being fucking ill, it's mind over matter. You don't have the option of worrying about it.
It's wonderful
I in turn sit up, check the time, see that it's two minutes to 9AM, which is when I'm to wake up, and say "Fuck you, I have chores to do. You can deal."
The more I work, the less my stomach bothers me. I'm now having my breakfast break, and I don't feel a thing. I'll be back to cleaning soon and it'll further help it to go away.
Work, as in physical work that actually makes you feel good, fixed anything. Depression, being fucking ill, it's mind over matter. You don't have the option of worrying about it.
It's wonderful