Being sick sucks. I’ve been sick for well over a year and a half now, and today’s one of those days when I think I’ll never get better after all, and that it might not even be worth it to try. It’d be easier just to roll over tomorrow morning, turn off my alarm, and spend the rest of the week asleep. Or the rest of the year. Or just the rest of everything.

Rationally I know that things are a whole lot better now than they were six months ago. Rationally I’m pretty sure that the last ten days have just been one of those set-backs that I should expect while I generally get better. Irrationally I hope that some day I’ll learn exactly what’s been dragging me down all this time, and exactly how to fix it.

But it’s been so long, and I’m so very tired of it all, and tired of being frustrated with it all, and tired of living on the hope that it’ll go away, and generally just tired.