It really seems like I'm in the final spiral. Intense distress from the moment I wake up, stomach in knots, withdrawn, hygiene/diet/organization declining. Stopped working out a long time ago (used to lift).
I don't think I caught some illness. I think I just failed to become a functional person. I don't just regret many individual actions; I regret my whole way of being.
When I was a kid I got a pair of green anoles from a pet store. They're supposed to carry mostly females so this doesn't happen, but I seemed to get two males. They immediately fought, lunging at each other and extending their dewlaps. The defeated male curled up in a corner, stopped eating, and died. That's me.