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To be completely honest, I've been having a hard week. I feel really silly saying that since I haven't been sick, I haven't had any classes (test week), and nothing bad has happened to me. It's just that lately I've been having a really hard time motivating myself, and that has been making me feel bad about myself. I have a hard time getting up in the mornings now, I have a hard time starting to study, and I have a hard time concentrating on my studies. I've just been having a hard time getting motivated/remembering to do all the things I'm supposed to do. For example: calling my boss to set up my schedule for this week, going to the temple, studying for my tests, taking my tests, eating broccoli, and a host of other little things that I can't think of right now. I really don't know what's come over me. I've had times like this before, but never this long or debilitating. I don't know what to do. I keep telling myself I need to just buck up and do what needs to be done, but I just can't seem to make myself. What does that say about me? About what kind of person I am? How can I expect people to respect me when I'm having such a hard time respecting myself? Why do I feel like I'm failing at life? When will this fog end? When will I go back to being the happy, motivated, energized person I thought I was?
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