Getting dressed is hard. One, bras fucking suck, two, the only stuff that fits is stuff you’ve worn so it’s dirty, three, the people will know that you did not try your best to present yourself as a functional human and your disguise will be revealed and everybody will know about your sad inner life of depression and dirty dishes. But you know what? That last one is absolutely 100% the depression talking. People go grocery shopping in their pajama pants. People smell to high heaven and nobody says a word because they don’t affect their day and are forgotten the next second. It is maybe problematic to put it this way, but basically it helps me to think about how nobody who sees me outside is going to remember me in twenty minutes unless I go out of my way to interact with them. So I suggest to you that you put on those dirty clothes, that probably don’t smell as bad as you think, and you find those comfy shoes, and you wear a hat so you don’t even need to brush your dang hair, and walk to the nearest public park space. Then walk back. I double dog dare you. You don’t need a goal or any sort of thing you have to get, and you won’t be interacting with other people apart from passing them on the street. You don’t even have to wear a bra. Then you come home, and you feel really really damn good about it, because you did it, you got dressed and you went outside and smelled the air and looked at the plants and wore shoes and that is, in all seriousness, huge. Use that leftover buzz to order delivery of something including vegetables. (Pizza? Chinese?) A lot of pizza places have online ordering now! It’s super great for phone-phobic depressives such as myself. You can even pay with credit card online and include tip, sometimes.