Today I got from the bed to the couch. That was my sole accomolishment today.

I feel crummy. My recent bloodwork was great, so the anemia hasn't come back. Physically, I should feel fine. But I don't. I'm afraid this downturn is not going to end. It's really up to me to end it, by getting up and tidying up. I feel too weak. It's all coming from depression.

I need some help. There isn't any. Been there and done that years ago. Meds didn't help. Counseling didn't help. I've been told there was really nothing wrong with me. In a way, I guess there isn't really. It's the way I've been living - too reclusive, cut off from the world around me. If I could just clean up my place, I would feel better.