"It was the start of September. 3 PM in the afternoon. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and my neighbors were outside playing with their kids. It was a hot day that most people in a typically cloudy city were taking advantage of.
I, however, was lying on my couch, unable to move. I felt like a slug, just staring at my ceiling fan, replaying all the things I didn't accomplish that day and it made me feel like such a failure. All day my brain told me, "Just get up and do what you need to do," but my body remained stagnant.
Everything seemed like a huge chore. I didn't want to eat, didn't want to work, didn't want to go anywhere. As I scrolled through my Instagram feed, I saw friends posting gorgeous beach shots, weekend hikes, and after-work frosé-sipping. Of course this made me feel worse.
Probably this happens because I love or I hate summer. Still need to discover..."
