I am tired of being overwhelmed. I'm tired of being on edge. I'm tired of feeling heavy. I'm tired of being angry and sad and irritated. I'm tired of hyperfocusing on issues that I can't control. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of not knowing how to respond when people ask, "how have you been." I'm tired of not feeling engaged and I'm tired of feeling like autopilot. I'm tired of feeling lonely. I'm tired of trying to explain to my husband how I feel and him not knowing how to help. I'm tired of the day. I am excited for bed time because I can escape the day. I'm tired of living during this pandemic. I'm tired of looking for a home to buy in this economy. I'm exhausted. And I can't stop my mind from being stuck on. I constantly have a pit in my stomach. I'm already taking Lexapro. I am doing things I used to enjoy but I don't feel engaged and I don't feel joy.

This too shall pass. But right now it really sucks.