I knew these blues were worse than most because I’d lost interest in Magnums, sunsets and the Liberty sale. I cried a lot. I never slept peacefully because of my clattering brain. Waking up was like braking at the end of a rollercoaster, and when I did, my bedroom was a cave. I did not want to go out.
I tried to think myself out of it. “It’s the recession,” said a friend. “It’s getting older,” said another. I said I didn’t know what it was, just that the joy bottle was empty and I couldn’t fill it up.
My family had worried faces. Perhaps it was time to get a prescription. I said “yes” to this, until another friend said: “It’s your energy field.”