Depression and headache pin me, naked and sweating, to the bed. Another day of missed work; a day further behind tomorrow. Food holds no interest.
In the words of Roger Waters, “Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.” It’s not justified; my life is improving daily. Perhaps apnea is the root of the problem. Perhaps CPAP is the answer. I’ll find out soon.
Maybe I need to stop trying to figure out the “why” and just power through. But if I ignore the Lilliputian vines holding me down, will I not just carry them with me?