Fatigue....plain old fatigue is such a grind. I wake up in the morning, usually before 5, depressed and exhausted, and the fatigue is not like just tiredness....it's pushing me out of shape...it's making me frown intensely....it makes simple things hard. Every day it's challenging - day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year.
Hopefully it will get better but I don't know. Maybe I'm permanently affected by benzos or maybe I'm getting old or maybe it's the effect of all the years of depression and anxiety and all kinds of worries and maladjustments and inner stresses that no one really understands or knows about.
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