I woke up this morning at 6:30am, after fighting insomnia for hours the night before. It's to the point now that when I wake up, I'm surprised. Surprised I managed to fall asleep at all.

At 9am this morning the exhaustion hit me like a motherfucking mack truck. So heavy, so hard, that I wondered if it would be wise to drive home, that I'd be a danger to myself and the people around me.

I type this out now, right into my movable type, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I have to pick up Miss Sara from school in 2 hours. I'm going to post this, curl up around my hot water bottle and cry myself to sleep.

I'm worth nothing right now. I cannot get anything done. I'm failing my responsibilities so totally. How is this supposed to help my depression? If I make my "be patient", you should see improvement within 4-6 weeks, will I have any self-esteem left?

I'm starting to think the depression was better than this bullshit. If I can only remain awake for 2 hours at a time, what am I worth?