I am so tired of being tired. The energy it takes for me to simply survive is absurd. Doing anything productive takes even more. And I just don't have it. I feel tapped. And I hate it.
I can't figure out if it's one particular thing causing the exhaustion or if it's a combination of things. Is it one med, all the meds, not enough meds? My weight? Diet? All of the above?
I'm trying to find things that interest me. Blowing the dust off my camera. Thinking about possibly volunteering for some things, just for something to do. Get me out of the house.
All I know for sure is I've got to kick this funk before it kicks me. 38 years is long enough of being miserable. Long enough.
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