being a prisoner to the whims of your fucke up illness body but wanting to change the things around you has to be the most frustrating feeling in my life.
it makes me so angry. in the past when I was depressed nothing mattered it didn't matter if everything was a mess and I needed to clean but couldnt. Now I want things so badly to be clean and organized but surrounded by mess because I simply can't do more than a chore a day and even when I hate it it's not enough to make me move until it gets to the point it HAS to be dealt with. And what anyone else sees is the mess and a guy who can't be bothered to clean up. but I want to. There are so many things I would create too if I could have the ability I want to be an artist that i try to be. theres still better days when I can do more than my average but
it takes a monumental amount of effort to get up and brush my teeth, and i have to do it and there is no one there to reward you and the only feeling you get from it is being more tired your mind begs for it to be over so you can go back to your bed .
Im finally going to physical therapy again soon which will help I just had to get that out Im still angry because I'm surrounded by everything