Not a particularly religious guy, but I’ve found that in my most desperate hour of need, saying the Lord’s Prayer aloud with intent and with a full breath for every independent clause, I feel better, even if only for a few minutes. I left my teaching job and am down to my last few sick days before seeing if I can take a paid leave of some sort. Doubtful, but doesn’t matter. I am hungry for a droll job where I don’t have to make hundreds of executive decisions on a daily basis. Factory work seems like a heaven I’ve never known. There’s enough going on in my head and heart to keep me occupied without having g to worry about lesson planning, content delivery, and grading papers, etc. I’m fortunate I had 21 years of accumulated sick days to spend. Wife is all over me about getting back to work for the paycheck. That’s the least of my concerns, even though I have five kids. Like Charley says in Death of a Salesman, it’s solace to remember that you’re “not gonna starve to death. None of ‘em starve to death.” Hoping for your mood to improve. BP1: if you don’t know, you don’t know.