sorry......

I'm sorry I have not been around or have disappeared. I'm sorry I am not being the supportive, caring person I wish to be.
Life is so busy and full of 100 niggling things that need to be done and need to be done so quickly, as if the world will end if they are not completed then and there.
Tiredness is now second nature and I wish I could crawl into bed at 7pm instead of having to attempt cooking dinner (which I suck at), cleaning up, running after a dog with boundless energy and fixing whatever mistakes he makes (pizza box into a thousand tiny pieces anyone?), making sure there are clean clothes for tomorrow, as well as trying to complete homework and maintain an excercise routine.

Is this what normal life is meant to be like? Being so tired you can no longer enjoy it?

Or is this just the exhuastion talking?

Second Opinion

It's been a long while since I last wrote, the new job has taken up a lot of my time. I've been learning a lot and coming home tired every night.
I seem to have everything under control now - and even got a commendation from one of the ladies I work with about how well I'm doing. Always nice to know that I'm not mucking up completely.

Where life has taken a horrid turn is that my doctor believes that I will be on anti-depressants for the rest of my life. She is basing this decision on the fact that I have been unable to stop taking the pills for 2 days in a row.
She offered me no alternatives - despite me begging and almost breaking down and crying in her office. Just a simple message - give up trying.

I refuse to believe that this is what I'm stuck with for the rest of my life. I once lived without medicinal assistance, and I can do that again, so a second opinion is on the menu.