The stuff

Some days—rarer since I left full-time work, but some days—I feel acute, situational depression. And I know I’m in the thick of it when I have an almost physical awareness of sadness being ladled over me, running from the crown of my head and over and through my body, pooling at my feet. And other days, just as uncommonly, I feel its opposite: “situational joy”, perhaps. And the feeling is more…