I've been trying to get out of the doldrums for the better part of two weeks, but I feel like Atreyu's horse. I'm slowly sinking into a pit of depression (hopelessness, despair, sadness, etc.) and my desire to do anything, to achieve anything, is fading away.
All I want to do is sleep. And not think or worry.
Yet the days pass on and with them an excruciating sense of loss.
I'm losing time. (i'm wasting time by being depressed)
I'm losing my mind. (i'm wasting my life away by being depressed)
I'm losing myself. (i'm wasting my potential)
And the more stagnant things become the worse I feel and the more depressed I feel as a result. And on and on the wheel of despair goes.
etc. etc. etc.