I want to go back to my old medicine. I am not doing well. I have laundry to do if I don’t want things to back up. I have meals to make. I need to clean. But I feel dead. My soul hurts. I need to pray and draw closer to God, but honestly I long to go back to bed. I woke up bright and early this morning to spend time with my husband before he had to leave for work, and I couldn’t bring myself to speak for the first twenty minutes I was up. I felt no joy, no motivation, no warmth.
I might actually take a little nap and see if I feel better afterwards. One can hope.
Life at Home 