One of my least favorite parts of coming out of the depression is the exhaustion. It’s like breathing alone takes everything you have. My mind is beginning to work again, I can see my to-do lists and I tell you what must be done. But I’m so freaking tired. I just want to lay down and sleep until this passes.
This isn’t an option though. I have to get things done, or I slid back again. You can call me a hypochondriac if you like but I can literally feel it in my bones. My muscles are like cement trying to set but my mind is trying to free them from the cement.
I know though soon my mind and body will connect again, it’s right around the corner. But the battle within is on until then.