This past week has been awkward. My sleeping patterns have been out of whack and it felt like I subjected myself to an obscene amount of unnecessary screen time out of sheer boredom.
Though I have grown accustomed to life in quarantine and found things to constantly do, I still find myself intermittently abandoning chores and falling into brief periods of depression. It is hard to make abnormal feel like normal no matter how hard we try and there is nothing normal about the way we are living now. The need to be constantly productive is an unhealthy feeling to entertain and it is one that I, for one, battle with steadily. It tends to also fill you with an immense amount of guilt.
We have become accustomed to being proud of our grind culture and productivity, even under adverse circumstances; even when we feel emotionally and physically depleted. Perhaps this is why I feel guilty about listening to and trusting my emotional state.