Like… the day itself is fine. You get stuff done, even laugh. You’re productive. Even feel a bit like your old self again.
And then it ends.
And instead of feeling satisfied, you just feel… defeated. Or heavy. Or weirdly sad.
It’s like your brain goes, “…that was nice. Don’t get used to it.”
Just me?
And then it ends.
And instead of feeling satisfied, you just feel… defeated. Or heavy. Or weirdly sad.
It’s like your brain goes, “…that was nice. Don’t get used to it.”
Just me?