Yesterday I left work a half hour early and went home to bed and basically melded to the bed. I only got up to eat and that was only because RS wouldn’t have been happy if I didn’t eat. I sure didn’t want to.

I have been at work today somewhat functioning. I’m home on my lunch break and if my other coworker didn’t have to leave early I would bail. It’s going to be a massive undertaking to peel myself off this couch to go back. I haven’t eaten lunch. I can’t make any food and I can’t go anywhere to get food, it’s too much. I managed to throw together some snacks this morning so I have a bag back at work with some stuff in it.

I don’t even have the energy to self harm so even though the thoughts are there it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.

That’s all