Since writing last weekend about my relatively early wake times they've just gotten later and later this week - i have nothing to force myself awake for. This is leading to me feeling progressively more crappy, which feeds the spiral that makes me even less inclined to get out of bed. I'm not liking where i'm at, but i'm not sure what else to do. I know what i should be doing, i should be taking advantage of the free time to work on other things, creative things, anything. Instead i while it away waiting for emails from my boss hoping that something new will come up for me to work on. This is just indicative of the whole problem i've had since i left hospital last year - my whole life now is focused around my work to the exclusion of everything else. Without the work i feel rudderless.
The problem is i need to feel excited about something in order to actually make the effort to spend time doing it. And nothing excites me any more. I keep flicking back to a comment someone made at a panel on mental health at the sci-fi convention i went to - "fake it till you make it". I don't think the comment was quite so banal, but that was the gist. So what can i do? I push myself every day to get up, shower, do the chores, cook meals - some of those things used to be enjoyable to me in and of themselves. But those things aren't enough, so what more is there? I don't have any friends to force myself to go out with. I can't afford to get involved with anything that costs money. I can't even fake it because there's just nothing there.
So here i am sitting before my computer desperately waiting for an email to give me direction, like a lonely dog waiting for someone to toss a ball. It's pathetic.