I feel drained. I’m a little tired of feeling this way all of the time because it seems like most of the last five years have just been sluggish for me. I know that some of it comes with fibro and the chronic fatigue is “normal” but it feels like it goes beyond that. My emotions are bleak. My mind is foggy. I don’t think as quickly as I used to or function nearly as well as I used to. I’m so young and I feel so old and it seems so wrong.

I think this is what they call depression, but I’m not depressed, not really and when I do feel depressed I can call it. It’s a very awkward feeling, to tell the truth. I look healthy and I sound educated and I can put out a pretty good facade of being intelligent but if you go just past the exterior, a little farther than skin deep, I’m hollow. I stare blankly at people and they wonder why. I don’t hear what they’re saying even if I’m attempting to listen. I don’t really succeed at anything, unless it’s Noah, because I look at him and the fog dissipates a little bit and I can function.

See, what keeps me going is that even when I feel like a failure of a wife or person, I know I’m a good mother. I know that I can play with my son and teach him and keep him happy and he’s proof that my body isn’t entirely broken. So, you know, he’s this living reminder that I don’t suck, I’m just tired and I can keep fighting to get to where I need to be. And Joshua isn’t so bad himself. He’s my husband and he supports me when I can’t support myself. He makes me feel like I can deal with this hazy cocoon on my own time, at my own pace, because he’ll keep me safe and steer me to where I need to go.

It’s just hard, this fog. Sometimes I think that exercise will help or reading more will help or that some other cure is just around the corner and then I get tired and it seems so hard to take the next step.

God, this entry makes me sound crazy, doesn’t it?