I've felt every feeling imaginable, then I've fallen asleep in exhaustion. But now I'm up and just don't know what to do with myself. So I'll try to write, because it's how I cope.
So I keep trying. I want to be one of the people making the best of it. Currently, I'm not the person cooking fun meals, or taking this time to get my fitness on, or writing the next great novel. I'm the person who is mentally paralyzed.