Yep. Yep, yep, yep.
I can't, and won't, do anything more challenging than lie in the bath after I get home from work. I refuse to apologise. I've given up saying sorry unless I genuinely am; someone's disappointed with me? 95% of the time I just don't care. I do my job to the best of my ability and that's all I can do. My social life is in the crapper, but it's work or play. I can no longer do both.
Stoic is a not a word I'd apply to myself. Oddly, I've been described as such by those who don't realise my acceptance of procedures or circumstances has nothing to do with stoicism. I'm either too exhausted to fight any more, or I'm certain that if I move so much as a muscle or open my mouth I will absolutely lose the fucking plot and get dragged away in the van.