A conscious choice to ignore attempts to communicate.
Living with the knowledge of being a useless burden who can barely stay awake more than 6 hours a day, let alone manage to be useful.
Fatigue. Mental fog. Lack of focus.
Just wondering if I’ll end up crawling back to the pills, if functioning without them was too ambitious a hope.
I can’t even leave the house because I can’t stay conscious long enough to safely drive anywhere.
I knew this would happen, I guess what I didn’t know was that it would come coupled with such a sense of failure from my lack of performance while I was still on the drugs.
I feel so useless.
I was silly to hope to be something it’s become apparent I’m not.