@LumberJack for what it's worth, I see this stage or chapter, or book (🤨) as one of several times in my life when I have no options except relatively bleak choices.
I can't stay in bed because I get too antsy and depressed so I have to put aside my discouragement
for a little while. Discouragement never leaves me anymore.
I'm aware it is in league with other so to speak enemy thoughts like self-judgements, high dudgeon at someone who has hurt me, wanting to hide, voices telling me I'm not worth it, the si, the voices reminding me I'm crap at adulting, the voices of past abuse telling me I'm already dead. They're all like vicious little programs running in my mind's systems; helping each other but hurting and draining me.
To begin to get through I have to start with very small actions. When I manage to 'do something' I get to cross it off the list (bit of dopamine), remind myself it was in fact vital, and then make a new addition to the list. While writing this I feel silly how many words, it's just ridiculous for me to ever be optimistic, and tempting fate to slap me down even harder.
I haven't gotten much accomplished yet. This coming week will require more of the above than I feel I've got in me, but there's no other way out of here.