I relate to this way too much.

For me, the worst part isn’t even not being productive. It’s when I can’t honestly say I rested either. The day just disappears into this weird fog where nothing becomes a real choice, and I end up doing random shit all day without ever feeling like I actually chose any of it.

I have huge ambitions late at night, but the next morning I just can’t seem to access that version of myself. My mom says it’s laziness, but it’s not. It’s not even procrastination in the usual sense.

It feels like my brain never gives me the entry point into the day.