Last week I felt like I had completely lost my ability to appreciate anything. I walked around downtown, did homework, swung in the middle of the night, talked to a psychologist, and spent way too much money on food. During everything, I felt hopelessly sad.

This week I successfully interacted with new people socially (okay, one person, but everything counts), had a really good roller derby practice, walked back to my room at 2 AM in the wind and freezing rain without an umbrella, and realized that I'm not going to do so great grade-wise this week. I also still spent way too much money on food.
And yet, I feel okay. I feel good sometimes, even.

When I talked to the psychologist (it was for ADD, but she also asked questions about depression), I probably seemed like some hopelessly depressed and socially anxious person. At that time, and most of the time prior to that, I was. And I can never tell when I will be again, despite feeling more okay right now.

I don't understand my life.