When I was in high school, I stopped taking care of myself. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Mundane, everyday tasks felt hopelessly insurmountable, and I would go days at a time without washing my face and even brushing my teeth.
I kept telling myself to go freshen up, but then I would get distracted by one more thing: checking my email, grabbing a snack, whatever.
For some reason, I couldn’t stop myself. Then, some other distraction pops up. And yet, another… After a couple of detours, I’d either get pulled into some more urgent task (i.e, the essay due at 11:59 p.m.) or collapse on the bed, whichever came first.Read more on themighty.com