we need an episode where lark and glenn FINALLY get the fucked up father-son interaction they deserve and i've decided it'll be called "lark! the herald angels sing"

Hey guys. So I have been feeling like I have almost like imposter syndrome? It's hard to describe, but I can't seem to ever finish my art that I start and yet I'm an artist? Idk man, like don't get me wrong, I love to draw, but I can never have the energy or desire to finish said art pieces. It's just a funk rn and I'm sure I will get back to drawing and Finishing the projects I start on. But I felt like I needed to share that. I'm not really looking for attention, but I just needed to get this off my chest. I'll be back, don't worry.

idk if it's just brain fog and stuff or I'm truly in a funk rn but like. man trying to do just about anything has been like pulling taffy lately I have lots of ideas but seemingly no ability to get them down rn and I'm not making movement on any of the things I need to and I know I need to be patient but I just feel. stuck

Vent under cut

idk what's wrong with me this time but my depression has been so bad lately. I can't bring myself to do much of anything. It's mind numbing. I've tried all the usual things that help me get out of a funk but they've only been temporary fixes, if they work at all. It's so hard to take care of myself rn. I need to clean and reorganize but I literally just can't.

I've been taking my meds properly, I haven't even had a panic attack in weeks, I've gotten a nice little break from work, and I've been trying to be nicer to myself- but I cannot help but feel the dull malaise of depression just sitting on my chest and smothering me. Man, I don't even really wanna actively kill myself rn, it's just nothing but pure executive dysfunction rn. Nothing feels good, almost nothing makes me happy. Normally I have a very innate wonder of the world and the universe via several things- now I can barely manage to care.

And it kills me esp bc I was so looking forward to this summer. I wanted to go swimming with my friends and hike and finally enjoy life a bit and my mental illness just HAD to rear its ugly fucking head. It's not fuckin fair. I just wanna be a functioning, somewhat happy adult. Why can't my brain just stop being so pathetic and miserable. I'm so sick of being mentally ill. I'm sick of the caged, whimpering, apathetic animal that lives in my heart.