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Of late, I have begun to envision myself lying prostrate on the floor, as flat as can be. Sometimes the vision is a relief, because if I am flat enough on the floor, then everything flying around me, aimed for me, won't hit me.
Sometimes the vision is scary, because it feels like I deflated and am nothing more than an area rug for people to step on without really noticing.
All the joy in life is gone. I go through the motions hour by hour, day by day, all the while, trying to muster up the fascade of emotion to match the action, and am sure I often fall short.
I get up every morning. The alarm goes off and the process of a day begins.
I go to work every day. There are bill that are forever in need of payment.
The mysteries that once were a motivation are now handled by rote and moved on from without deeper consideration.
That that was my recharge, my "do because I want to do, do because it is the right thing to do" is no longer a recharge. It, in an of itself, has become a chore.
I have given and given and given and... now.... it seems there is no more to give.
I have wondered what is wrong with me.
All of my circuits are busy. There are no lines available for incoming or outgoing calls.
I need to find the reset switch.