The consensus is that today’s a strange day.
Tuesdays are busy days for me; I work the 9-5 at one part-time job and another five or six hours into the evening at a second. It’s all to save for school, and I usually don’t mind the long hours and the positive effect they have on my paychecks.
But I feel just plain off today. My co-workers have echoed my wondering whether there is something in the air today. I feel…listless. Unfocused. Tired. Heavy-lidded. Melancholy. All-around out-of-it. Maybe it’s the weather, we wondered. The stifling humidity, or the impending thunderstorm. Maybe it’s just “Tuesday” – Monday’s annoying little sister. I feel on the verge of tears and while I can’t complain about my workday, all I want in the world is to go home, snuggle with my cat and hang out under the covers.
I get days like today maybe once every two weeks or so now. And like I said, I really shouldn’t be complaining, because these restless bouts of melancholy are so much milder than the world-ending highs and lows of my anxiety or the self-loathing of my depression, when those were at their height.
But when I’m in the mist of one of these flat, featureless days, I almost find myself feeling nostalgic about my panic attacks and crying jags. Days like today remind me of something that I’m able to forget the rest of time: those lows don’t exist for me anymore (and I owe my life to the therapy and the medication that treated – treats – them)…but neither do those insane highs.
I float through most days with a kind of quiet contentedness, a sameness and neutrality that is both comforting and deadening. Sometimes I catch myself smiling for no reason on the walk to or from work. Maybe because it’s sunny or as I take a moment to appreciate a sight I usually overlook. And I think that overall I can call myself “happy” these days. Which has to be a vast improvement over my state of mind and the state of my life last year. But sometimes I find myself forcing laughter or smiles when everyone around me is expressing joy – not because I’m caught up in their happiness, but because it feels like the right thing to do.
The worst part about a day like today is that it’ll continue until I go to sleep. It’ll sit heavy in my stomach until I go home and let the mindlessness of a stupid television show or trashy novel wash it out. I feel like crying; I need the emotional relief of crying. But I can’t cry. I haven’t cried. …in a long time. I’m blocked up, and I feel as though I’ve stopped feeling.