I can relate. You just described my routine more or less. It takes me about an hour and a half every morning to unlock all the joints. Then after I eat dinner, I can’t help but crash for a few hours. Then I’m awake until one or two… Sometimes the whole night. It gets on me sometimes
I can definitely relate. I spend so much time either being depressed or trying to recover from being depressed, it feels like I have no time to actually live. Just the cycle itself is exhausting.
Same here. My mental routine is a little different though. I usually wake up feeling not too bad. But as the day progresses I feel worse and worse until late afternoon I’m a complete mess. At least that’s how it’s been for a while. So sick and tired of it. I feel like I’m on the cusp of almost needing to be hospitalised most days lately. But just not quite bad enough to get proper help for it.
Oh yes the boring routine. Doing the same things over and over. I know about it. I have a good morning, bad the rest of the day, and then fine in the evening.
In my case it’s also something about being winter, and it’s not fun to go for a walk or do active, outdoor things
Hope you find something to energize you. Maybe some exercise when covid is over. Just a suggestion. It works for me.
I know what you mean, but for me the agony starts in the afternoon/evening after I’ve been busy and have worn out. Sorry to hear you feel like this. I hope you can draw some comfort from knowing we’re all in the same boat.
You ever tried British style black tea (with/without milk/sugar)? It kinda refreshes my body and I think gives a bit of mind clarity. Might be just me though
I hate routines but I love routines. Why do I love routines? Because they’re predictable. I know what’s going to happen. As bad as it is, I know what’s going to happen.
I have a routine, and if I did it every day my mental health would decline. So how do I break my routine? I do something different (duh, MentalFloss). I must get out of the house at least 2 or 3 times a week. I’m not going to lie: It scares the crap out of me every time I leave my house. Why? Because I’m paranoid.
All that said, I know in my heart that not knowing something for certain, not having complete control of a situation, is when I feel alive.