Exhausted

I fucked up today. Good and proper.
Feel exhausted. Been forcing myself every day to do stuff but this morning I didn't have the will. I needed more sleep.

And I felt 'can't be bothered' and 'what's the point' pulling me down. I don't want to do anything.

So I missed my therapy appointment coz I couldn't get out of bed. That's not good is it?

I'm feeling overwhelmed.  I have to prep for an interview tomorrow and go out fir dinner with Dan's fam tonight. I don't want to to any of it. I want to sit in my pjs and stare at the tv.

Update: 13.30. Here we are again and I really should have learned by now that things feel better as the day goes on! I took it very slow today. I lounged for an hour in self pity. Then I ate a pear, just to get started - I didn't want it you understand but somewhere deep down I knew I should.

I had a bath with lovely Lush products, then I got dressed and ate a bowl of non fat yoghurt and granola. I then felt ready to turn on the PC and read through the job spec for my interview tomorrow.  It's not too complicated.

Then I ran out of cigs so I had to go out (god bless cigarettes) and whilst I was at it I thought I would get ingredients for a broccoli quiche. It's beautiful outside!  The sun is shining,  it's warm and everyone seems cheerful.  Even the old misery in the shop :)

Now I feel much better. Not wonderful,  but much much better. I think I can do my interview prep soon and then get lunch. Then prepare to go out tonight.

See? Things look awful sometimes but you just have to put one foot in front of the other.  What's the worst that can happen? If you really can't handle it you can go back to your pjs and bed but at least you will have tried. Tomorrow you can try again.