Every single day I have a list. A list of what to do. One day, just ONE DAY I would love to wake up and this to be my list for the day. I don’t think I ever have nothing to do. Ever.
I’d love to go back 6 years when I could happily lie in bed and watch TV all day eating junk. I’d drive myself to an aneurism if I did nothing.
Always need to be doing something. Surely thats some sort of mental health issue?