I have this aching feeling deep within my gut. It won't go away for very long, and its usually how I start my day. I take these meds to ease the sickness but they take me down even further to exhaustion. I very rarely smile, if I do its because of Rosie, one of the critters or a baby I love. My heart beats quiet now, almost like it wants to stop. Ever so often, a spike sets off my heart and it is pumping full force. But that feeling doesn't last very long, it slows right back down again.
I am so very tired every day. I wake up early with all intent of making it a productive day. Only to be ready for rest by mid day. I feel the need to sleep for an hour or two each day. I wake up again to finish the rest of what I must do only wishing for the time to come back so I can go to bed. This is how I spend my day.
If anyone ever doubts I'm depressed, this post alone should make them reconsider. I am a walking zombie. I do feel, yes. But mostly morbid or sad. I am not to fear, unless you make me mad. Time to bring this to a close.
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