Bed Rotting, Burnout, and Big Feelings: A Mentally Ill Girl’s Survival Guide

Daylight savings wrecked my life, my brain is a chaotic mess, and yes, I’m fighting my demons on a treadmill—welcome to the show.

Join me for a dose of snarky humor and witty commentary as I share the ups, downs, and lessons learned while navigating life, marriage, and parenting nuerospicy kids with an ADHD partner—all while trying to embrace the crunchy lifestyle!

When the Darkness Creeps In: A Depressed Girl’s Guide to Surviving (Barely)

I’m sad. Or maybe I’m just tired. Or both? Honestly, who can tell anymore? What I do know is that I am so goddamn tired that my entire personality has been replaced with work, sleep, and occasionally staring blankly at the wall while contemplating my existence.

I come home, crawl into bed, and just… exist. Rot away. Every. Single. Day. Is this what they meant by the American Dream? Because if so, I’d like a refund.

Daylight Savings: A Scam Created to Ruin My Life

Ever since we sprang forward (rude), my morning routine has been absolutely wrecked. I can’t fall asleep, I can’t wake up, and I definitely cannot function like a normal human being. My body is in full rebellion, and honestly? I get it.

At this point, I’m wondering if a week-long vacation would help—or if it would just remind me that what I really want isn’t a vacation. I want freedom. I want to live life on my schedule. Because guess what? I actually do get energy! At 10 a.m.! Right when I should be tackling life like a main character in a motivational montage. But by the time I’m free from work, that energy is gone—poof! Vanished, like my will to socialize.

Honestly, I feel like Rapunzel in Tangled when she finally leaves her tower:

"This is the best day ever! … I am a horrible person. … BEST DAY EVER! … I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON."

Except instead of escaping an evil stepmother, I’m just trying to escape capitalism.

Mental Illness: It’s Like a Full-Time Job, But With No Benefits