I had an awful, restless night of sleep full of weird dreams and when I woke up this morning my legs felt heavy and walking was difficult and I just overall felt sick and nauseous. 🤢 My legs STILL feel heavy, but have gotten better now that I'm fed and watered. Don't know what was up with that.

I have to get the ezine up today. Once I start, in five hours, my daughter is going to look at me again and say, "Momma, you look like ****. Maybe you should take a break." Lol.

I feel like I'm stuck in a rut at the moment and have been for awhile, like I've just been avoiding anything ezine or writing or reading related (now I'm up to TWENTY submissions. Lord help me!). I don't know why I'm doing this. I don't know what happened to my relentless motivation. I haven't written in my journal in nine days! I usually write three pages every morning. I've been doing this the past ten years! WHAT IS GOING ON? I have to claw my way out of this hole I'm stuck in. I'm just always so tired.

At my next psych appointment I'm going to ask if we can lower my seroquel. I'm thinking that's the culprit here.

But, again, why do I TRY. Sigh.