Depression Marathon Blog

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Diagnosed with depression 17 years ago, I lost the life I once knew, but in the process re-created a better me. I am alive and functional today because of my dog, my treatment team, my sobriety, and my willingness to re-create myself within the confines of this illness. I hate the illness, but I'm grateful for the person I've become and the opportunities I've seized because of it. I hope writing a depression blog will reduce stigma and improve the understanding and treatment of people with mental illness. All original content copyright to me: etta. Enjoy your visit!

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

So F#!%ing Tired!

The stealth attacks of violent, crushing, debilitating fatigue brought on by this illness never cease to amaze me. Out of the blue they arise. In an instant they strike. The attacks are so random and so quick they always baffle my mind. My mind tries to comprehend...and then...
POUND. Pound, pound, pound--like meat under the tenderizer--I am hammered, and hammered, and hammered. The energy runs out like blood on the board, and the once tough steak remains but a shredded, lifeless, shadow of its former self. It's over. Just like that.
Just like that.

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