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Oh me too kiddo, me too. Where the frig did my enthusiasm and capacity to focus go to? It's like I am physically incapable of making myself work. And when I do it's fragmented and nothing hangs together. Reading the books just makes my eyes want to close...
You are not alone m'dear. Recognising that it's depression is probably a good sign that you're on the way back up soon, at a guess.
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