O is for Over My Head

So. Very. Tired.

I’m wore out, I’m tired, I’m sleepy, I can’t sleep.

Sick of being depressed. Sick of hoping everything will just be better once I get the meds, and then wondering, “What if it’s not, and this is all the better anything ever gets anymore, and won’t that be fun, and soon you’ll be even more miserable, and if you thought anyone liked you before, you’re sadly (heavy on the sadly) mistaken, but what else is new?”