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I don't feel myself. But then I wonder if I can even remember how "myself" feels like.
I was at a yoga retreat last weekend and at some point we were asked to look inside and try to describe how we feel (in silence) and all I could think of was a dark, small, shriveled raisin.
You can soak a raisin with water (or meds or therapy) but it will never be a juicy plump grape again.
That thought describes pretty well how I feel right now and it depresses me even more.
It's hard not to cry into my morning coffee.
It's hard to get up and go shower.
I can't imagine going to work tomorrow.
If I didnt have my dog w me I would cross the street on a red light without looking.
I am so sick of being sick.
all I want is to curl up, sleep and never wake up again.
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