I am feeling like you do after you prep for a colonoscopy---sorry I don't know a better description. It's that feeling like someone has sucked every ounce of your being out and then for extra measure gave it a wring out the other way. Perhaps it is the weaning off the happy pills--and finally having to really deal with where I am. I don't know--why---I just know what I feel---and that is not good at the moment.
Ok-Mike Jones--you told me to tell how I feel--be honest---so I am being honest---and more than likely everyone is sick and tired of hearing about it---I am tired of crying and tired of looking at my navel--it's not a very attractive navel----sick & tired of being sick & tired.
HELLO GOD----I'm hurting down here! WHY WHY WHY---that's all I need to know.
I'll buy the convertible with my IRA----I'll fill it up with gas---I'll buy a GPS that finds the nearest cliff---When can you come?
Don't take that seriously--my sick attempt at levity!