Off-Roading

Yesterday I worked 7am-12pm, then went back from 4:30pm to midnight-(quarter after). Now, I had a full day and was tired, but I didn't think it would affect me this bad.
This morning I left my house at 9am to go to class. I fell asleep on my road for a good 7 seconds. I pulled over, lit a cigarette, and went on my way. But my body did not want to steer, step on pedals, and cooperate. I got some coffee and ended up safely at school. Thank God I didn't go off-roading.

I'm not happy. And people who are about to say, "You don't know what tired is," kiss my ass. I know what tired is. I know pain. I know stress and depression and anxiety. So kiss my ass.

I'm tired. My body aches and rebels against me to sleep. It makes my anxiety/depression worse.

This month I'll be looking into therapy. I'd rather not take pills of any sort until I can try to resolve this without it. Usually, I'm an optimistic person. But when I'm depressed...There's no talking me out of it. An all time low of emotions sweeps over me in waves I cannot swim through. And it's time to change it.
I love my life. I need to stop this insanity.

Now, back to class.
-Me