Since the past few months, my sleep schedule has gone for a toss. I find myself staying up late even on days when I'm tired, and oversleeping has become the norm. The reason: increased depression owing to the restrictions imposed by the pandemic. Owing to this, my ability to work has been affected. Today, I am finally ready to accept the fact that I've been sabotaging my writing career. Of course, this year is primarily about survival, but looking back, I have noticed that depression brings with it a tendency to sabotage. Indeed, I am sure you too can think of times when in a depressive state, you did something you later regretted.