Yesterday, I did things. I made phone calls, washed dishes, cleaned the floors, and took care of things in general.
Apparently I was burning the candle at both ends to do so.
Last night I couldn't sleep, and woke feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. Nothing has improved through the day. I feel like hell, everything seems like its far too much work, and that means pretty much all the real work that needs to be done is being pushed onto my wife.
Its not fair to her, but at the same time, I don't have anything else I can do. My brain is broken, and I don't have anything I can do about that.
Depression sucks...
