Robs me of my desire to do anything, to set goals, to sleep (and then to stay awake), to exercise, to remember things, to participate, to be reasonable, to be loving, to be responsible, to be hopeful of ever feeling like someone I want to be. I could go on all day.

Sometimes I have better control over it than other times. At this point I just want to get back to a place where I can find some peace with it but I'm still struggling to get ahead of it even though I know it'll always be there.