I’ve been feeling run-down lately. I was starting to worry that I was malnourished from how I’ve been eating, or it was depression from all the people around me being mortally ill. It all gets under your skin after a bit, and really felt like depression did — no oomph to get going, finding myself staring off into the middle distance, that kind of thing. Except I wasn’t sad.
I don’t know why, but today I’ve got my energy back, and boy am I glad! It feels so good — partly to be back on top of Maslov’s pyramid where I can think and plan and make stuff, and partly for the relief of knowing there isn’t anything wrong with me!
Maybe it’s just the change of seasons.
This mortal life is weird, being teamed up with a body whose workings I’m not privy to.