- Sep 19, 2012
I am feeling at the end of my run. I am fed up with the pills, fed up with the fog and just fed up with waiting for further treatment. My family isn't the best at understanding and well I just feel like hope has caught the last train out of here. I wish I could feel the highs as I am just left with this low which has lasted for far too long now and this is just too much to take. I wish I knew what would help lift this glum. I think fuck it all and just let me go. Then I bottle it. Most mornings I am sapped of energy and just on permanent tired. I hate my job and nothing brings me any form of satisfaction or joy. If only there was something I could hold onto which would bring me some happiness.