My day to day is a constant struggle to do at least the bare minimum to get through life. I don't understand it. I don't care for it. But there it is. I survive. I do my best. And I try not to hold myself to standards set by people who don't deal with the same shit I do.
My day to day is a constant struggle to do at least the bare minimum to get through life. I don't understand it. I don't care for it. But there it is. I survive. I do my best. And I try not to hold myself to standards set by people who don't deal with the same shit I do.
@[email protected] "I don't understand it" <- I think this is what makes it so hard. I don't understand my own task avoidance even when it's happening; I mean sometimes I just get lost, but sometimes I'll be sitting there feeling miserable and not understanding why I can't just get up and do the thing. I'm slowly learning to recognise more realistically when I can and can't do things, and on a good day feel less guilty about the "can't" - but as to why? Often it just feels so stupid.
