I am not quite sure why things are so hard. They just are.
It’s been this way since before I got sick. It just seems worse now.
Everything is exponentially more difficult. I rarely leave my bed now except to go to appointments.
I’m so stressed.
I feel all of this pressure to be doing things, but I don’t know what those things are.
I feel like a bad daughter because I’m not spending enough time with my parents.
I just feel… bad.
Depression is no joke.
I guess it doesn’t help that I still feel sick a month later.
Like I can’t eat anything without it running straight through me kind of sick. It literally makes me not want to eat. I just don’t want to deal with running to the bathroom constantly. I’m over it.
The doctor yesterday had little to no solution for that, so I’m just kind of struggling with it until it gets better. Not a fan.
I’m just tired.