It was all I could do not to run back to bed that morning.
I was having a hard time starting my day. For no real reason except this is what the dysthymic brain does.
Instead of feeling alive, I felt this underlying current of agitation, thick brain fog, the need to hide out, knowing if I tried to get up I’d be completely off my game.
After three years now with my diagnosis, I know this is just my brain talking. But it’s also so much more. It’s a complete disabling of reason, it’s a kind of shutting-down that is chemicals and transmitters and broken mood not easily fixed.
I don’t type all this so you’ll feel pity. I type all this because I know there are others.
And I’ve learned that sometimes to get to a good place mentally, you have to get to a good place physically.
And vice versa.