Tonight I'm feeling the passage of time; it's not a restful breeze but a suffocating fog and each minute that passes is another reminder of what I'm not accomplishing.
I have a test tomorrow but I cannot get myself to study. My apartment is trashed but I have no energy to clean. I'm antsy but I don't know what I should do. I don't have an unbiased ear to talk to between sessions with my therapists (yes, plural) and my thoughts are screaming to get out. Nothing makes sense.
Second by second and minute by minute is doing nothing more than counting the passage of time.