I'm still adjusting to being high functioning with depression, and still discovering that it somehow feels a lot worse than when I was at rock bottom.
This year I'm doing something that challenges my anxiety every single month. For June, I went to a hen do with several people I don't know! And...I had fun?
Contrary to what my depression has told me for years, 'I can't' is not the same as 'I don't want to', and I'm not actually incredibly lazy.