My first post for almost a year

Some days getting out of bed feels like waking up on 1 hours sleep. And going to works feel like wading through thick stale resin for miles. You snooze your alarm and stare at your screen. This morning I woke with a heavy weight on my chest, and every time I checked my jaw was clamped shut, pressing into itself like it was trying to bite itself, to gnaw on something. For some reason everything seems uncertain this morning. Everything feels out of place, climbing up a hill with the wind against you and sweating and wheezing. How far do we fool ourselves that something is what we need because we want it?