I'm really struggling at the moment. Every day is harder than the last, it takes so much energy to just get up in the morning, knowing that no matter what I do that day, its just going to be another day I struggle through waiting for it to end.
I hate going to sleep at night...knowing that another day has passed and I've achieved nothing worthwhile...knowing that there's another day ahead full of anxiety.
I hate waking up...knowing that this day is just going to be like any other day.
I've been trying for so long now, years, to find a way to manage my anxiety. And nothing seems to work. I solve one issue and another one manifests in its place. And though I feel so so guilty for not valuing my life as I should, when other people go through so much worse, I just can't see anything goo anymore.
Slowly my anxiety is being replaced with that feeling of Just. Not. Caring.