After my illness, I suddenly don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to read, I don’t want to knit, I don’t want to blog, I don’t want to work out. All of it seems worse than pointless.

In fact, not just passively “not wanting”, but actively “wanting to not”.

It’s like the virus or whatever flipped a depression switch in my brain. I observe the feelings and fully realize that this isn’t normal, this isn’t me – but even knowing that, when I try to gently push myself, I almost feel revolted by the idea of doing any of it.

I guess it will go back to normal with time. It’s just been a few days.