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Today was exceptionally bad. Not just the weather.
Stared at emails, couldnāt reply. Stared at the screen, couldnāt type. Stared at papers, couldnāt read. Sat in meetings, couldnāt talk.
Feeling so fatigued all the time, although Iāve already been getting more sleep than usual.
Being poooh-ed into a downward spiral.
Since when did I start becoming so self-destructive? So full of doubt? So irritable, so full of anxiety? So unable to cope?
Lunchtimes, the outdoors, the cinema ā these are but temporary relief, only for as long as they last.
This crippling inability to do pretty much anything at all, including the thing I need to do most urgently, is such torment!
So much counts for nothing; so little for so much.