I'm running on empty these days.
I haven't even been online much in the last month. I haven't had the energy for even that. Somehow, I'm still working myself to the bone.

I went to the clinic last week for a headache so bad I couldn't see. I've had a mild headache pretty much constantly since I was twelve, so it didn't really surprise me. But now, for the first time in a few years, my health is really beginning to be a limitation. I'm on medications again. I had two jobs up until a couple of months ago; my body couldn't handle it. I'm not nineteen anymore. I have a follow-up with the doctor on Tuesday; let's see if I can't finally figure out why my body is failing me at twenty-three. I can hardly speak a proper sentence anymore, which is odd, and that's just the mildest of a good dozen strange maladies afflicting me currently. Many of them have been around for about a decade. I'm terrified right now, in all honesty. What if I can't work anymore? What if I'm dying? I've been a nervous wreck all week, and I won't know anything conclusive until Tuesday at the earliest. My medication is making my stomach twist, and I haven't had much of an appetite in months.

I don't mean to whine and complain, I just need to vent to someone, anyone at all. It helps me.