My slow, crushing mental breakdown proceeds. Things are always rough for me around this time of year. I've talked to a couple of people about it, and remarked that it's not as bad as last year. Which was true at the time I said it, but I'm starting to have my doubts.

Last winter was especially bad for me and I don't wish to repeat it. In certain ways, things are undoubtedly better than they were then, and I've had things under pretty good control since like February. But here it comes again, and I find myself with almost no ability to concentrate on important things. My brain will not do it. And that not only makes it so I can't work very well, it also gets in the way of me enjoying things I should enjoy. Would-be minor stressors stop me in my tracks and send my brain for the quickest, least-satisfying dopamine hit it can find. I want to do something useful, but the absolute best I can do seems to be a 4-hour wiki binge, an embarrassing amount of online window-shopping, some catchup on non-urgent aspects of one of my hobbies, and only the easiest 18% of the work it takes to clean my living space.