The Clonidine? Yeah, that stuff did absolutely jack s**t for me. Except, you know, it made me feel like I was trying to wade through a swamp with concrete shoes glued to my feet. It felt like complete and utter s**t. Imagine trying to walk normal, but every step feels like dragging an anchor—except the anchor is made of sheer, pointless lethargy. It sucks ass.
It’s honestly hard as hell to explain. It’s not just tired; it’s the kind of fatigue that swallows your limbs whole and leaves you questioning if your body and brain got into some secret slow-motion contest without telling you. Like your muscles are locked in a bizarre hostage situation and your thoughts are crawling through molasses. Thinking is hard too. It’s like your thoughts are trapped in a fog. If that makes any sense.
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