Making a hash of this

Dark red, black, silver painting in progress.

I have depression. I take meds for it. Two nights ago I ran out of meds. Stupidly, I had been to the doctor on Friday, but I didn’t realize I was out until I got home. The boxes I thought had more pills in them were in fact empty. More are supposed to be coming in the mail sometime this week, but in the meantime must deal with crushing feelings of worthlessness and/or the futility of the universe, plus my body parts feel as if they are dislocated in space.

To distract myself I worked as much as I could on @scallopsrgreat’s painting, but I feel like I’ve made a mess of it.

The rest of the world are happy chatterers passing me by. I can’t keep up.