I'm tired of strep
I'm tired of unemployment
I'm tired of depression
I'm tired of a messy apartment
I'm tired of politics
I'm tired of not deriving joy from life. Every day blends together now. Too anxious to go out and change it. Too exhausted to put myself out there.
Feel like I'm rotting
I'm tired of unemployment
I'm tired of depression
I'm tired of a messy apartment
I'm tired of politics
I'm tired of not deriving joy from life. Every day blends together now. Too anxious to go out and change it. Too exhausted to put myself out there.
Feel like I'm rotting
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I don't know why I get out of bed every day. The monotony, paranoia, OCD, anxiety all keep me trapped. I've already had to change so much about my life. I've already been abused.
It feels like I'm invisible. Who would know if I'm gone, besides my therapist?