Too tired to live? Yeah, I think I might be.
Every other day I have horrible fatigue and I want to scream with frustration.
I feel so stuck and helpless. Just totally caught in a hopeless situation. If I
can’t ever find a way to take enough of this medication to keep me functioning
and the alternatives aren’t suitable for me, then what does that leave me with?
If there is a solution out there I’m afraid it’s going to be like finding a
needle in a haystack.
Furthermore, traffic woke me
up today… Again. Well, I’m never going to be a heavy sleeper, vehicles aren’t
going to get quieter in my lifetime, and I very well may never be able to fully
treat my disease. So again, what does that leave me with? Half a life spent
bedridden because I’m too tired to live that life? Seriously, my mind and body
are at such odds! My mind thinks of all the things I would really like to do,
but my body is simply too tired to carry these tasks out. What do I do then?
Take the meds and suffer the anxiety they bring and that could escalate to epic
levels too scary to imagine? Or only take it sometimes and be drained? Drained
to the point that I can’t work out more than once or twice a week any more than
I can win NaNo with a word count as low as I’ve got mine set to once I finally
get ideas as I have.
No wonder I’m losing my
motivation to work out. I hate doing things part-time. I either like to do them
regularly and consistently or not bother, especially things like working out.
Why bother if I can only do it some of the time? Every time I get back on track
something leaves me too tired to work out. So when I have the energy to work
out I’m probably not going to, knowing that the next day I likely won’t have
the energy and therefore I’m not going to benefit much from such a half-assed
workout routine.
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