A week or so ago I feel asleep without taking my meds and that night messed me up for several days. Strangely, though, I have since been able to focus better at work. Home? Not so much. There is still more than I can manage at work, but I am making progress. A tweet I saw a few days ago encapsulated my troubles writing accurately in saying emotional exhaustion was preventing them from doing so. That hit hard, I won’t lie. My psych feels that my mental health is sufficiently endangered enough to consider me disabled. I have always fought back, but it has gotten so difficult to do so that I tend to choose my battles with it. I know that I will survive because that has always been the case. But to do so at every minute when I am alone is, at least for now, not feasible.
To all of you waging the battles no one knows or can comprehend, you are not alone and are loved.