That's the state I'm now, that's the state I've been in, and that's the mental sludge I force through every day. The more I go forward the harder the sludge becomes.
One day, I hit the wall. The whole day is spent in bed, I possibly flare-up something, and it takes more time to recover than the last. Mentally, I'm demoralize and feel loss of hope. Pacing prevents this.