I’m so tired of being tired. I’m so tired of whining about being tired when other people have real problems. I’m so tired of having silly problems. I’m so tired of feeling like I’m a huge disappointment, to myself and others.
I can’t imagine how I would be if I had any real issue to be this way about. I only have to go into the office twice a week. What if I had a real full-time job with a real full-time commute? What if I had a family? Kids at home? What if I had any real responsibilities? WHY AM I LIKE THIS? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
I feel pathetic. I hate feeling pathetic. Where does it come from? Why do I consistently whine about being depressed and never make any changes?
If I’m exhausted just being me, living my life. I can’t even begin to imagine trading shoes with so so many of my friends who are going through so so so much more.
Pathetic. Aurgh. I just want to go back to bed forever. Ok not forever, but until this passes.