Clinical depression, sloth.......

...... my morning full toilet, chores, and other items of the life variously lived....
To digress, women seem to think that their morning life tasks and beauty rituals take much more time than those of their men folk. Au contraire, CS friends.
But Bravo is signaling to go for his walk, so later, alligators.

So, I spend about half an hour on these items, less the time I spend walking Bravo. Of course, showers, clearing snow, watering and weeding garden, all in season, etc, add considerable time, not to mention shopping, hobbies and vehicle/home maintenance.
But I'm happy to do so, as there have been rare times in life, in depressed and therefore slothful periods, when we let it all pile up. These thankfully all came after the 5th decade on God's good earth, and related to unresolved business over youthful traumata, likely from parents, as an infant, and much later from men in our Church. Years of denial and rationalization did wonders to stir up the mix. The bottle was a false ally, as many will know.
Even though I studied these things and worked to help others with their depressions, etc., I always doubted the validity of such syndromes, and especially how they could set the stage for lower life achievement, and even self harm. Silly me.
With help (various therapies, including hypnotic age regression, etc) and the tinctures of time and experience, I'm back in the saddle, and have discarded the false crutches. For good, Inshallah.
But the most striking lessons involve how much such experiences can detract from the full life. I have learned that most, thankfully, adapt, with or without help. But in terms of function and interpersonal interactions, it's often sub optimal, and less than fully adaptive. Even if lives are carried out and even somewhat enjoyed, at different levels.
Behavioral science still only scratches the surface in all of this, I'm here to report.
Medicine and religion, even more so.