Friday, August 19, 2016

I'm so tired. I can't remember the last happy day. The last time I passed 24 hours without breaking down in tears. The last time I relaxed and just enjoyed the boys.

It's now been three months of depression and I can feel that has almost gone away but in its wake I'm left with this dead feeling. I wake up exhausted, stagger through the day, and then give up each afternoon.

I would at this point pay anybody to just sit at home with the kids so I could go somewhere and not have to answer several questions while also trying to do several things at the same time. I don't think I've ever felt such a complete failure before. There seems to be absolutely nothing I can do, far less do well.