It's Friday. The last time I showered was on Monday, after I went for a swim. I know I need a shower, my hair is all gross and greasy and to be honest, so is the rest of me. But I just . . . cannot be bothered showering. It's not that I don't like showering (I do), it's just that it seems like too much effort. And it's not that I think it wouldn't help me to feel a little bit better (it would), it's just that I don't seem to be able to will myself into the bathroom for anything that is not . . ....

I did see Debbie today, after art group.

On a note completely unrelated to our therapy stuff, there's a cup that's been in the room we usually use for a couple of months. I suggested we use the cup to grow a flower or something, and see how long it takes for somebody else to notice. Debbie said she thought that was a cool idea, so on Monday we're going to plant something in the cup. Obviously we have to bring in potting mix and seeds, but still.

I'm still so low. Debbie...