There comes a point when you realize that something doesn’t feel right. You’ve stopped walking around with a carefree attitude; the same things you used to love start to lose their glamor. You feel less enchanted with the people, places, and things around you. I know this is day to day for some people. Those are the people I like to call “drones”; some may refer to them as “worker bees.” I’d never considered myself one of them. I never wanted to be one of them.
But when every day starts to mesh together; when a week starts to feel like a year, and you’re about to go on a 3-week vacation and you aren’t even excited anymore, it’s a sign that something is wrong. People say “listen to your body,” but I think that phrase has bigger implications in mental health that sometimes, unfortunately, we tend to forget.
And then you realize you’re unhappy, and it all makes sense. Every day sucks because every day sucks. It’s more than just the grind that’s wearing you down. Other than a few minor moments here and there where you find yourself smiling, on the whole, it feels like there’s a big sad cloud hovering over you, following you wherever you go.
Of course, I’m talking about myself. Continue reading