From when I woke up towardat the beginning of the day to when I hit the hay to rest around evening time, I felt intolerably miserable and disenthralledunenthralled. Everything's been hard reasoningReasoning, talking, moving - everything's been hard. All that was formerly sparkling is currently outflat. I've come to feel like I'm incapacitatingincapacitated, dull, apathetic, hazy, leaning, dim - soulheavy-souled, slow, cool, pale, and like a dishearteningdisheartened, delicate bird. I was wary thatunsure as to whether I could do anything admirably. Maybe my psyche was continuously more slowlyslowing down until it halted, andleaving me feeling futile. The pitiful and complex mass of discouragement that has tragically puzzled me has so merited had the option to tormenttormented my spirit with rehashed, dull protests about my defects and weaknesses, and to disparagedisparaged me for my completely inconceivable and frantic situation. Why bother proceeding? That is howwhat I was asking myself. Others werekept saying to me, "This is impermanenttemporary, and it will go,pass and you will be fine." But obviously, they had no clue about whatas to how I felt, althougheven though they were certain they knew. Over and over, I'd say to myself, "If I can't feel, I can't move, I can't figure anything out, if I frequently can't think often about anything, so... Sowhat is the why of life?