Its not blank

Depression has taken so much of my life. I look at the shambles that are my house and feel hopeless. I used to be a clean person. Somewhere along the way i lost that too. Now im a slob. A 50 year old fat bum of a slob. Wtf. The problem is your thinking. Always has been. Its what youre doing right now. Letting your mind chatter control your time. Why am i so uncomfortable? Im afraid of something...