Snoozy, what's that you mean about living and dying? I'm concerned, I don't like the tone of that.
I'm fed up being tired all the time. I do hardly anything in the day. If I go to the grocery store, I feel too tired to get gas. I don't know how people cope with work and families. My blood work was recently checked and everything is ok. It's a good job I don't have a man in my life, I'm not able for it, I can barely cope looking after myself.
I'm sorry to complain. I'm just so frustrated. I want to feel happy about the hard work I've done on recovery, but is this it? I couldn't bear it, life seems devoid of joy. I'm dreading the effort to go to the wedding and being with my family. What's wrong with me?