How dopamine dressing pulled me out of a burnout-shaped hole

I don't make the rules

This is an extract from A Year of Nothing published by the Pound Project — the sale period ends on December 1st! You can get yours here.

I had been wearing the same dark fleece for months without washing it. Every morning, I got up and put the same item of clothing on — a plain fleece — which was usually just discarded on the floor from the night before. No deodorant. Our local postman is young and good-looking and every time I answered the door bra-less with greasy hair I was mortified by how low my standards had become.

I’d text my sister making a joke out of it, but honestly: when was I going to feel well enough to be normal again? What happened to those days of putting on a nice outfit? It used to be a huge part of my enjoyment each morning. But I couldn’t face wearing anything other than my jogging bottoms.