I’m just exhausted. Every task is monumental. Getting out of bed is extremely hard for me. I really only get out of bed to walk my dog and make sure she’s fed and what not. I’m also a recovering addict. But I’m just exhausted. Mentally. Physically. I’m sober but my life has never been worse. I remember being happy sometimes. I can feel that emotion for a couple seconds. Your chest tightens. You feel content. Life is good. But that’s it I just get a taste of what once was. Concussions, head injuries, years of drug abuse. My life seems it’s finally going to come to an end. I’m 26 but I feel 75. My body does. My mind feels like it’s slowly dying. I’m holding on for now. Life has the strangest way of starting comeback stories. I’ll always hope. Hope. It’s my weakness.