Goals, plans, hopes... in other word, what's happened to Janean?

When I saw a category listing above a blog posting that said "goals, plans, hopes" I had to choose it. Mainly because I no longer have any.

I am so tired I just don't give a crap.

I'm tired of fighting against life and I'm tired of encouraging everyone and tired of starting over. If I manage to raise my kids to be reasonably normal adults, it will only be by the grace of God.

I no longer want to do anything.
I no longer want to be anything.
I no longer want to shower or get out of bed.
I no longer care if I ever love anyone again.
I don't care if I sing.
I don't care if I do laundry or if my house looks like a hurricane hit it.

I don't care. I just don't care.

And that is NOT ME.
God, please let the "happy pills" kick in soon.