All I want to do by 6pm is sleep. It’s not depression. Just itssodarkoutalready fatigue. I don’t ever recall this happening to me before 2020. Pure rundown exhaustion. For no reason.

I’ve never ever had SAD in the Fall/Winter. In fact I’ve called myself a Reverse SAD because I get that way in the heat if the Summer. But perhaps that is it?

Compounded by an extreme release of so much anxiety after the election and surprise eye surgery.

I’m also always hungry. AND yet somehow I lost 12 pounds since June according to my last week doctor visit. Nothing makes sense.

Took a nap after early morning eye appointment. Had dream my ex died. While I’m close with several exes…this one I haven’t spoken to in 8 years. Yet, I’m really shook.

Meh.