For a few days in a row now, I have waken up in a state of frozen depression. The kind of depression where nothing functions. This is the kind of depression where one sleeps all day long. I made myself get up this morning to get rid of the negative thought pattern of "I'm no good." I struggled to move, go to the bathroom, wash my hands and face, and drag a brush through my desperately needing to be washed hair. I kept moving, the Holy Spirit running a gospel hymn through my mind to remind me I'm a child of God. I made myself microwave some soup, wash the coffee pot, and start the coffee. I took the garden compost outside while the coffee brewed. There was plenty of dog poop so I got my handheld hoe, old dustpan, and metal container out and collected all the poops along with leaves and added them to the long-term compost pile. (I have 3 compost piles) This is the extent of my daily exercise when I'm deeply depressed. Back in the house, I set my painful knees on the floor to open the computer, add a cable to the old hard drive, put it back together, and then struggled to get up. I poured the coffee, turned on the computer, and the computer does not see the old drive. Crap! Okay, that's end of that for the day! The coffee tastes good and I'm ready to get the soup out of the microwave. As depressed as I am, I have accomplished a few things for the day. After I eat, I'm going to make myself pay bills online. When that is done I'm free to go back to bed if I must.