I have clinical depression, so I’m essentially an amalgamation of 1st and 2nd pick. I know, it’s a mess, I’m not okay with it, but when I eventually clean, I still feel like shit because it doesn’t solve my problems. The devious thing is that I’m fully aware beforehand that tidying up and cleaning will not make a difference, but while doing it, I have that naive hope that it will.
The amount of times I’ve heard “just go to therapy” or the even less helpful “just look at the bright side of life” is staggering. People really seem to think I enjoy hating myself and hoping that I don’t wake up tomorrow.
Oh, another fun argument is “look at some horrible shit that happened to someone, you have it way better”. I’m sorry that seeing others’ misery does not make me feel better.