Has anyone besides me just given up? Most of the time I've quit trying to exercise. I don't watch my diet as closely as I used to. I'm not keeping up with the work that needs doing around the house very well. Even phoning to make appointments is difficult. I read, watch TV, run absolutely necessary errands, wrote out bills, email and check Facebook to see if my kids or grandkids have posted new photos. Tried an anti-depressant, but that only made things worse. In fact, I've had nasty reactions to several different anti-depressants, and don't intend to try again. The truth is, I don't feel depressed. I'm just tired and weary of trying. When I absolutely have to go someplace, I manage; then I come home and crash. I don't think I'm going to live much longer, and I don't think I care. Yes, I know this sounds like a totally depressed person writing, but it is more as though I'm just finally giving in. Whatever will be will be and I'm through fighting it. Can anyone else relate to what I'm trying to explain?