These past two weeks probably was chronic fatigue for me. A person from the past appeared, hauled me frantically to the dark big hole. My life was suddenty ruined. I could not breathe and think and life and sense properly.
I thought I have overcome it, but no. I haven’t. I have to.
Then I remember Conan O’Brien’s saying: “There’s no cure for getting depressed. There’s no cure for self-loathing or periods of it. But figure out enough about it so that when it happens, you can get over it and keep moving and just accomplish more.”
Yes, I do agree.