I have had so much going on lately that I have had the urge to give up on my pastimes, my hobbies, the things I enjoy. I think it is my body’s and mind’s reaction to stress. Sort of a depressive state. I realized tonight that I won’t ever really live in my home again. I am moving on…not necessarily my choice but something I must do. I know I have so much to be thankful for, that I feel guilty feeling so down. I often wonder if people feel the way that I do; like my life is always in some sort of limbo. I mean, does life ever feel comfortable, like there isn’t anything that has to get done?