My ankle sprain is still painful and swollen, and I can't use my ankle brace because it is so heavy that it hurts the upper leg.
It reminds me of a song I wrote before I knew anything about depression and anxiety. I didn't know how it feels, but it fits me today. "It's so hard to get to sleep when there's no reason to get up. The ache cuts so deep it would be easy to give up, but I tell myself you'll be home soon, even tho I'm still aware, that I'm living in hope, and lying in despair."