Ok so, I worked a full workweek, I exercised almost every day this week a reasonable amount (like a walk each day and some weights, a little, I guess that is okay maybe not quite enough), and I stayed busy and tried to work towards some personal goals in my spare time while also finding time to relax.
I have an okay life. I’m not dying or starving or anything.
There is no other conclusion: I have a brain motherfucking disease. That this shit is happening to me, or that I perceive it to be happening, can only be explained through my perception, which means my neurotransmitters, which means my brain.