Where is the fine line that is forever blurred between feeling absolutely lazy and the laziness that depression absolutely brings? What is the difference between tenacity and stupidity and why can't I recognize the difference? Why do I long to control the wrong things and let the right things go? Where is the recognition of "this is very doable" and "I shouldn't touch this with a ten foot pole?" This is all very good except that I continually want to touch the things that I shouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.
Let's try a 6" ruler.
That's the story of my life.