I’m exhausted. This is day three and I’m already completely drained. I’m emotionally spent. I’m not sleeping. My appetite is off. I just feel horrible.
I haven’t been to the gym in four days. And I hate how dependent I am on it and how depressed I get when I can’t get there.
I’m moody. I’ve yelled at everyone and cried at everything and shouted all the expletives.
I hate my body and my insides and my hormones and the fact I’m in bed before nine and so tired I dozed off twice trying to write this.
All the SST. I got it.