Perdition

Every day is the same. Every day is endless. 

I really have found a new meaning to the saying 'same shit, different day'. 

I sit for hours on end, in the same spot on my sofa, with no energy at all to move. It can take several minutes to even muster energy to reach for the light switch or pick up my phone. 

It makes me feel pathetic, like a shell of a human being.

Everything is broken. 

I long desperately to wake up and feel the energy I used to feel. I long for a medication, a therapy, anything that makes me feel alive.

I wonder, did I sin something awful in a past life? Is this my punishment, my perdition?