every morning she wakes up and has to talk herself into getting up , knowing the day will be one horrid thing followed by a nap followed by another amazingly-easy-thing-that-is-amazingly-hard-to-do thing followed by increasing pain followed by loneliness followed by another huge effort to do one simple thing followed by frustration at how the simplest thing is like a war against herself , fighting for the ease of doing something as easy as writing a simple email to answer a simple question , which becomes a lengthy ordeal of reading and rereading the original to make sure she read it right , which she usually hasnt , and then replying in a way thats complete and cant be misinterpreted , which between using nonsense words and not finishing her thoughts , it usually is if she doesnt take the whole day to work on it .