Standing there in my kitchen, leaning against the counter with the mug clasped between my hands, I’d watch the digital clock on my stove change from 8:01 to 8:02, and then 8:03. And as anybody who’s familiar with the concept of time will be able to tell you, it didn’t stop there.
Lunchtime would roll around, followed by dinner, a walk, maybe some television, and then I’d be ready for bed again. Don’t get me wrong — I didn’t spend the whole day in my kitchen, but I might as well have. I worked, I talked to family and friends, I kept up with the news.
And I had no idea why on Earth these simple, everyday things left me feeling so utterly empty.
To make a long story short, I was just plain stuck, and it took me countless hours of research before I even had a vague idea of what was going on.