Since I've been home I've been feeling...lathargic. And that's on the days that I can get out of bed. It's hard knowing that whatever I do will come back to bite me in the ass later or the next day. It's worse because I'm simply wasting my time, opting to use my energy to come online or watch something. I say wasting even though I know that's not what it really is. It's me getting back into the swing of things, slowly. And it's the slowly that's throwing me. I feel like I should be charging ahead with my plans, catching up on all the time I've lost from being ill. But the truth is I'm still ill.
I am not nearly as bad as I was - I can leave the bedroom for more than half an hour now, but neither am I back to the level I was at before. I can't spend all day planning and crafting and writing, I can barely think of anything to write here right now. In short, I feel lost, suspended between my optimum and my disability (that isn't quite what I mean but it's the closest I can get right now). So I am taking each day as it comes and trying not to beat myself up that I'm not able to get anything done. I know I need to take it slow, it's just convincing myself that it is okay that is the problem.
What do you do to unwind? How do you avoid the guilt that inevitably comes along with this?