I had one of those mornings when I wake up and feel like I don’t have anything to show for my life. None of the stuff in the apartment feels like mine, my job feels fake, and writing takes me nowhere.
Usually when I feel this way, I remind myself how much flat-out fun I’ve had (ignoring, of course, the crippling depression) and how awesome it is to be married, but that doesn’t seem to be doing the trick today. What makes it really weird is that now, since I am properly medicated, I should be able to shake this easily—more easily, in fact, than before. But not today …
What I need is to do something useful, and then I’ll feel better. But first … my day awaits.