Today started out crappy. If I didn’t have three articles to write for tomorrow I would have stayed in bed all day. That wouldn’t have been a good thing. So, I got up. I worked. I went for a walk. I worked some more. I’m thinking about what role concepts of purpose play in my experience of depression. I will push myself through my own feelings so long as there is an external force with possible punishment (school, work) – otherwise I have a hard time believing anything I want or even NEED is worthwhile.