It’s been slowly and inexonerably coming over the past two months. Feeling more and more exhausted each and every day, struggling so much to concentrate or to even begin to give a crap about anything. I’m struggling to keep up with my school work, struggling to get things done at work. Been going on dates with my boyfriend and feeling like I’m in another galaxy, so far away and so very alone.
Finally, today as the alarm started to ring I had to fight so hard to get myself out of that bed. I’m fighting so hard right now to stay out of it too. Waiting for my psychiatrist to return from vacation to see what may be happening but honestly, is this going to be the rest of my life? Will it ever be worth the bother? Who knows.
Meanwhile, I’ve notified my psychologist and the therapy isn’t really doing much for me. My anxiety has been off the roof too, keep getting panic attacks at work and at home too.