And the thing is that it's quite justified. My life is pretty crappy right now and there's not a lot of immediate relief on the horizon. Of course there are things I can do, and I'm committed to doing them, but none of them will likely bear fruit for at least a few months, possibly a few years. And for now? I've pretty much got shit.
And so I'm miserable. And fighting against my urges to engage in self-destructive habits to alleviate that misery. Which makes me more miserable. It's a beautiful spiral.