Side Effects
“Finish this sentence: I am…” “Tired.” So damn tired. Tired of headaches, tired of being poor, tired of censoring the swear words that pop into my head, tired of rejection, tired of doctors’ offices, tired of being misunderstood, tired of people telling me what to do, tired of not knowing what to do. But mostly I’m just tired. Like a cranky 2-year-old after he skipped his afternoon nap. It’s kind of hard being tired all the time. Everything takes so much energy and time. It’s probably taken me a week to write that first paragraph. Try sitting in group therapy sometime. Everybody is tired there. Usually when I write something I like to have a point. Being as tired as I am, I’m having a hard time finding a theme here other than: “I am tired.” I make a lot of decisions based on my level of tiredness. Should I go grocery shopping? Well I need food, but I’m tired. Should I go out tonight? Heck no...