I’m not in poverty and I still feel that. Only thing that’s always worked for me is physical work. Get out and take a walk, at the very least. But that’s kinda hard when you’re too depressed to even do that much.

Had a week off this spring, thought I was getting my kids. Ex fucked me over, despite a court order. Instead of going back to work, I worked my ass off outside on my house. I haven’t been that happy since.