I woke up at 8 and it's taken me double the time than normal to get ready.
Recently I don't really care about getting better. I don't want to try. I don't want to have to get up and do stuff. I'd rather stay in bed. Thinking bad things is normal now. I don't want to struggle any more. It's such a struggle to try to make myself better. So much travelling, so much difficult unpicking of emotion. It would be much easier to end it.
My career is too difficult to live anyway, even if I was healthy. I just want a job without too much responsibility. I can't handle all my extra projects. My career is too hard and I'm doing it because I believe in it. I don't believe really in the value of doing anything else. But it's too hard. Too much friction against society. I'm battling social norms every day. I'm tired of this. It would be easier if I didn't care about the world so much. I care more about the rest of the world than myself. It's costing me the value of me.
I'm vaguely concerned that I don't want to get better because if this was last year and someone said that to me, I would think they were a lost cause. It's not worth trying to help them because they need to want to help themselves in order to get better.
So perhaps that's it. I'm a lost cause and I won't get better.
God this is depressing and probably sounds attention seeking. I'm just venting, what's going on in my head. I guess what I need help with is - which bit is the irrational bit? There must be a hole in my rationale somewhere. Right? Where am I going wrong? What part of my thinking could be changed in order for me to come to a different conclusion?