I'd call myself functionally depressed. The world is a hellhole that is - at best - going to get worse before it gets any better, I've come to terms with being trans but don't really feel able to do anything about it and with that realisation has come dysphoria (or more accurately an awareness of the dysphoria that was always there), and our house needs a lot of likely expensive work doing to boot. On the upside some of that mostly got done so now the kitchen ceiling doesn't leak anymore, and the fact that outside stays outside a bit more has helped more than I thought it would