that's what i'm doing, wasting time. i sleep most of the aftermoon and spend time watching tv. no purpose. no one to care for and i'm certainly not taking care of myself. no motivation. a house full of "to do's" and no intention of getting them done. i don't even know where to start. eating then sleeping then eating and repeat. no wonder i'm finding it difficult to sleep at night.
wellbutrin is not the answer. there's no reason for this apathy. i'm 65 and have the potential to live a long time. not at this pace. my body is failing me because i am failing it. i trip and fall with too much regularity. falling at kath's cottage was the worst. "don't tell her..." and bobbi didn't. i did and it was so humiliating.
where is the "me" who cares. i don't know.
