Having A Short Day Due To Emotional Fatigue

It is probably the sorest subject I know. It looks and feels so infantile to limit the day with rests. Observers do not know why I have to rest and sleep so much. It goes against the very grain of reality. Why get tired so quickly when spending a day outside for instance? No one else does. It becomes a source of argument, revulsion and bad feeling on both sides.

When you associate the 'reality of work' with it spectators are even less accommodating. I am not providing to the maximum of a fit person. Somehow I am not trying. What makes me so special that I get to rest, sleep and have a short day. They wish they could they will say.

But then you don't suffer from a mental illness though it is tough for you out there.

Within my emotional framework I still work but it has a great strain on my well being. So I do my best but I am highly rebuked for not being as complete.

This is my lot in the universal conversation. I am a contributor not the full McCoy.

So I have to forgive and be forgiven.

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