God I'm such a fucking loser. I should be at work but I'm not. I'm so tired. It's like I'm paralysed to my bed. I try to get up but I'm exhausted. Utterly drained, numb, empty of everything but pathetic tears.
I know. I should just do one thing. Just have a bath, get dressed or something but...there is no spirit in me.
Am I giving in? Is it really just my fault?
I must be so weak.
I need to be at work. I'm sure I'm needed and if I'm not there everything will build up to intolerable proportions.
I need to build my resolve and talk to my boss. Honestly and fully. And then try to work as much as I can.
Anxiety 3, depression 6/7, lethargy 7
I'm adding a photo today. I just woke up. I'm in bed. Note the pale zitty skin, the thousand yard stare and ever present hoody of self pity.
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