I am exhausted of my thoughts.
I am exhausted of fearing of the unknown.
I am exhausted of worrying about my employment.
My Anxiety is at an all-time high and has a mind of its own. Even on pills it still likes to pull at my strings.
I am exhausted and question if I will wake up tomorrow alongside Michelle and Bella.
I am tired of waking up every night at a minimum of three times and throwing up stomach acid. That fucken’ burns!
This exhaustion has ripped away my confidence and has left me face flat on a cold soothing floor.
Why am I still here?
What I am contributing anymore? Besides the chin scratches on both Mr. Ralph’s and Ms. Bella’s.
What am I doing here? I have not been able to complete a thought in months without feeling exhausted.
What am I doing here? I am not productive without twelve hours of sleep…..but… that’s my secret.
The thoughts of where do I go next are continuously bombarding me with
– Get to it Asshole – but I just can’t, as my energy has been depleted. Depelted to the point that I just don’t want to do anything more.
When is the last time I wrote a new blog?
When is the last time I recorded a new Vlog?
When is the last time I really did anything?
…… I just can’t anymore.
…… I am frozen and stuck.
The thoughts are no longer disappearing as they have done in the past.
There seem to be more questions than answers. Sigh.
This to shall pass.
