I used to be able to enjoy blogging. I used to be able to enjoy life. I used to be able to work. I used to be able to drink.
Now my life feels meaningless. I don’t miss alcohol other than the fact that other people can enjoy it. I miss blogging and I miss working, but I am fearful of the time when I can go back to work. Anxiety riddles me to the core.
My life now consists of waking up, taking medications, napping in the middle of the day, and going to sleep at night. It’s depressing and sad and lonely. And it’s my life.