I haven't felt like myself lately. I'm not sure how that fits in to the cause/effect cycle of not writing. It's not just my writing that is suffering, though. I don't know how to fix the problem, because I'm not sure exactly what the problem is. All I seem to be able to confirm is that it is definitely a problem.
It's not that I'm not doing anything, or that I don't have an interest in anything. Just yesterday I had lunch with a friend, and we were good company. I've been working on a couple craft projects and making decent progress. I enjoy these things. But...
I'm not myself. There's little passion or attraction. Physical desire is at an all time low. It seems that, more often than not, a conversation beyond 'how was work today?' turns into a tear fest. Yet I'm not overly emotional -- I don't have the up and down roller-coaster that would usually come with the abundance of crying.
I feel guilty about it, but I can't seem to change it.