What many people understand is that there is nothing “enjoyable” about sitting around barely able to watch TV. You’re tired. You feel like crap. You want to do something, anything, but you physically cannot.

When I was in the deepest throes of OCD, I’d take three-hour naps in the middle of the day not because I was tired or lazy, per se, but because I wanted to shut my brain off. Anything to quell the stormy barrage going on inside my head.

I thought I was lazy, but when medication and treatment actually did something useful and I learned what being “normal” was like — well, it wasn’t until then that I accepted I was not lazy but had a legitimate illness.

For what it’s worth, you do not sound lazy at all! Forgive me for snooping, but you seem to have garnered quite a following here on Medium and it’s clear your words are making an impact. Keep up the good work. You’ve earned my follow :)