Today is one of those days. I have not felt like doing anything. I have simply sat at one place and stared at the wall, trying to blank out my mind. Maybe I have also stared at my computer screen, unseeing. Thinking, thinking, thinking. The whys in our life don't let us live. Whenever I had such phases, books helped me out of it. This time, I have not been able to reach out for any book. I simply stand in front of my bookshelves and walk away from it after a while.
I even went out for a few hours but even then my mind was not in it. I wanted to get back and be on my own. Now that I am on my own, I seem to be more troubled than I was before. I am writing poetry. That's about the only good thing about this state. I won't call it depression. Because it is not going to last more than few more hours. Until then, I suppose I will dwell in self pity!
Any help from anyone? I have tried to listen to music, watch a movie, read blog posts, gone out, even did some cooking, solved math puzzles and wrote poetry. What else am I supposed to do?