When all you can do is nothing
A page in the diary "A Day in the Life Of..."
Written by babz 8. Jul 2008 02:20 PM
I am stuck in a really massive rut. To be perfectly honest, I don't have the energy to really care if I get out or not. Today is one of those days where walking from my bedroom to the couch (about 10 metres) might as well be a marathon. And the tears have staged a massive reappearance, but I can't muster the energy to be annoyed about it. Yesterday I spent 4/5 of the day asleep, only surfacing after 4pm to reply to some diaries and watch TV. Everything else just seems too hard, I can't be bothered.
Thinking about it, it seems such a waste. How many days have I wasted merely existing because of my mental illness? It hurts me that my response at the moment is 'not enough'. I just want to go to sleep and wake up when things are better. But I'm not naive enough to believe in fairytales.
I'm ashamed that I have fallen back into my old methods of coping. I know they aren't helpful in the long run, but it is so much easier than fighting. Fighting is so hard, why does the right path always have to be the friggin hardest? Why can't something that is right just happen? I'm tired, so damn tired.
I wonder where I went wrong. What is the moment that turned the girl with such a zest for life into the one who merely exists? Where did I go wrong? Where did all of us go wrong?