Drained

I woke up this morning feeling content just to be in bed. I was quite happy to lie there and never leave. I knew that I could not however lie in bed all day. I needed to get up, to move, to find a purpose for the day. They say having routine will help, small goals for the day. As soon as I get out of bed I already feel drained. It’s always so much effort to get up and face the world. Even the smallest of tasks seem like a gigantic mountain to me. I eventually dragged my housemates into town to the food and drink festival. We had some food and I grabbed a form to change my name on my driving licence. We then grabbed grass seed and headed to the supermarket to buy milk. By this point I’m absolutely shattered. We get home and I collapse on the sofa. I barely feel like we have done anything but all my energy has desserted me all the same. I feel like I am in some sort of despair but I also feel numb. All I want to do is curl up in bed. I know I will have to face the start of the work week again tomorrow and sincerely wish that tomorrow I will not feel as drained.