misery

Every so often I fall into pits of deep despair and have an overwhelming sense of emptiness. Right now I am in one such pit. Digging. I am not entirely sure what causes them and therefore find myself having no arsenal of weapons or bag of tricks that I can draw upon to deal with them. My face feels heavy, as if all expression has drained from it. I sit or stand and stare into the near or far distance, not looking at or for anything in particular. I have no motivation to do anything and feel no attachment to anything. It is really quite horrible. And no amount of blessing counting, comparison with those less fortunate than me - which lets face is, is a lot of people - helps. No platitude gets through. The moods just pass and I'm once again fine. Weird.