I probably have a milder version of post-infection fatigue, it's not as bad as mentioned in the article (like having run a marathon), but it means that I never feel fully well slept no matter how many hours I've slept, maybe once or twice a month. Those days I almost cry from joy and don't really want to waste them by working, just want to exist and take in the moment. I can still work fairly well when I'm tired and I'm not physically exhausted, but this is enough to have essentially caused my divorce, because I don't have the mental energy to put into fixing and maintaining our relationship after a workday, and on top of taking care of our kid.

It's sad to see my productivity drop as well compared to my past self, and I'm very worried that I won't be able to handle the grueling interviewing process when I need a new job. Self conscious that they will see the dark rings under my eyes and realize I won't be able to pull the hours they need.