i kinda disapeared from here for a while. was pretty sick with covid for a while, took a while to recover from that. then the longer i stayed away from here, the harder it was to open up that door again. i kept almost making a post, or watching a livestream, but then start to panic about what people might ask about why i hadnt been around. feeling guilty about not making progress on stuff. i told myself id ujst wait til i had something good to share, to distract from the bad stuff by talking about a success. except i havent been making progress. if anything im slipping furthar and furthar away. feel like all the other parts of me are eroding away, just leaving the tired and stressed and anxious and depressed bits. things that used to work arent working anymore. i try to start a creative project and 2 minutes later i want to stop. i mask it at work, then by the time im home im just exhausted from holding it together. feeling like a fraud cause so many things i said i was going to do i failed at. house is still a mess. im still overweight. still barely sleeping. hardly getting out ofbed on days i dont have work. i dont have the brain energy to make goals or plans, it all goes into being good enough to work. theres nothing left after that. just writing this has taken over an hour so far. i wake up in the morning already anxious about whatver i need to do that day, and at night i go to bed despising myself for failing again. i dont see a light at the end of this. im numb to the “one step at a time” cliches. tired of dragging myself through this life. like that greek myth with sisyphus pushing that same boulder up the hill only for it to roll back down before the next day. whats the point?
theres more in my head, that i havent written about here yet, but im too tired tokeep writing tonight. its toomuch