I was hoping this would stop, once I quit drinking.

Waking up for the day and just getting this sense of, "Oh. I have to do this again. I have to live another day here on this Earth." There is no refreshed feeling, just a feeling of mental exhaustion and some overwhelming futility.

I had a relapse dream last night. Those linger but eventually go away. Hopefully that had something to do with it. That would give me hope.