It’s called Accumulated Stress Disorder. At least, that’s what I call it. It’s symptoms are continued fatigue, a disinterest in doing pretty much everything, and a severe disinterest in the idea of ‘adulting’. That’s what I’ve been dealing with for a couple of weeks now.
I’ve been sleeping about 12 hours at night, and sometimes I
lay down for a 2-hr nap in the afternoon. A lot of days, 90% of my to do list
for that day gets shunted to the next day. I don’t want to drive anybody to the
doctor’s office, not even myself. I don’t want to go shopping or picking up
meds or even just leave the house.
But some things can’t be procrastinated, like doctor’s
appointments, grocery shopping and picking up meds. So I do them, and when I
get home, I try taking a nap. That can help calm me down for the rest of the
day, but it’s the sleeping for 12 hours that seems to help tamp down the
accumulated stress.
My counselor suggests I book one day a week as ‘Me’ time. A
day with no appointments, no errands, just me at home, writing on my latest
Work in Progress. I love the idea. I have said many times that writing helps me
stay sane. I used to think the weekends were ideal for this, but this weekend,
I ran errands for the family on Saturday, and on Sunday, John decided he wanted
to go to Walmart, so I drove him there and home again. Then I took a 2-hr nap
to calm down and washed the dishes. Thus, the weekend was full of adulting.
But Thursday was empty. I kept it empty so I could spend the
day writing. Well, I had to adult for quite a bit of the day, but I did get 3
hours of writing in the afternoon! I wrote over a thousand words, so I was
happy about that.
