I feel tired. Like an anxious zombie.
I feel restless and antsy. I wish I had the energy to do something besides walk and pick up Thai food.
My legs hurt. Again. Some more.
My room is messy. Energy to clean will come soon, I hope.
Have tentatively ventured back onto the grid, briefly. I realize that I resent having to be the one making the effort. I don't have the energy. I want people to just pick up the damn phone and call to say hi. The resentment is not good. Feeling like no contact = no caring is also not good. I keep telling myself that's not true, but it still sets me spinning in a bad spiral. It's no one's job to try to make me feel better, but I wish someone would try anyway. It really wouldn't take much.
Time for Thai food and TV. Hopefully some sleep later.