I feel like I spend my life going back to the doctor saying "I'm tired". They must think I am a crazy hypochondriac.
It isn't depression sleeping. I know that. I am medicated for that. It isn't "hide from the world" it is "omg my body cannot keep moving any longer".
I'm on levothyroxine and my levels are seemingly correct.
I am on iron pills.
I have a good diet, moderate exercise (when my body lets me), I drink plenty of water.
Yet once again I am sat in tears because I have things I want and need to do, but I have slept for most of yesterday and today because I couldn't physically stay awake any longer.
I go to the doctor and it is always "stress" or "depression". I'm 34, but a weekend away destroys me for most of the following week. A normal day with three kids and ill partner breaks me.
The thought of the rest of my life like this terrifies me. I am already sat here worrying about having the energy to take the Dude to cubs later.
I don't really know what I expect you to say, but it needed to all be out of my head.