Demon 1, Bunny 0

I can't do this anymore.

I'm so tired. So. Fucking. Tired.

I'm sick of struggling with everything. Work. Money. My family. Trying to be strong for other people who need me when I don't even have it in me to be strong for myself.

I need a med adjustment. But I don't even think I can make myself call about it. I'm tired of fighting.

So tired.

I just want to curl up in bed and hide from the world and never come out again.

I have such a headache. Actually, my whole body aches, my heart included. I've been crying all day, basically, because of all these problems I have that are beyond my control.

I know there's a problem when I start debating the relative merits of driving my truck into guard rails, trees, etc. when I'm driving. And I noticed myself doing it today. Psychotic depression, here I come.

I lied when I said the demon wouldn't win. He doesn't have to be stronger than me or than modern medicine. He just has to be more persistent. He'll just wear me down in the end, anyway.

What's the fucking point?

I really don't see the fucking point.