Life is BUSY.
Unfortunate timing, as I’m experiencing a distinct funk at present, leaving me utterly drained. I’m an exhausted, heaving assemblage of emotional debris.
I have a residential week at University starting on Monday, (while working at night to keep things at the office on-track). As my dissatisfaction with my current professional role slowly smolders towards becoming a groundswell, I’m pondering the relative benefits of brushing up the CV and suiting up for a new challenge.
… BUT following the recent implosion of my long-distance relationship (Soundtrack suggestion: Queen ‘Another one bites the dust’)…
I’m deflated and utterly spent…
Read this:
The discovery of this little article did make me smile (well, smirk bitterly; briefly warming my hands by the ambient glow of self-righteous indignation): Depression not a disorder, but an advantageous mental adaptation
