So, basically everything I said here still applies.
I am not depressed. I’m not even taking antidepressants any more.
But some mornings, in the first half hour or so that I am at work, I struggle to fight back tears.
It’s not sadness, per se, although I still feel like my life got derailed back in May, and often catch myself moping over might-have-beens.
But I think that that is more a symptom than the real disease.
The fact is that if I were a car, my fuel light would be blinking and the fuel gage would be dipped below the E line. Pretty soon I’m going to make a scary clunk and just stop altogether.
It’s no one’s fault except, arguably, my own.