My depression

My sleep was disturbed, so I slept when I could. I don’t remember eating anything but ramen because my husband was out to sea for work for the next few months, and I’m not much of a cook anyway. My hygiene was poor. I went as long as I could without washing my hair and hid it under beanies. My showers were just baths where I soaked in nothing but my own filth. It got so bad that I noticed I started to smell. I hope nobody else did, but I’m not sure that’s true. I didn’t wash my face, let alone do any skincare beyond that. I’m almost positive I only brushed my teeth when I had to leave the house, that time is a blur. I smoked weed from the moment I woke up to the minute I would try to sleep. All the energy I had I used on finishing up the salon buildout and maintaining the handful of clients I had left.