Entry 0044

I was feeling very anxious earlier. I took a clonazepam, took a nap, and I woke up to sadness. Interests and hobbies that I care about don't seem to have as much "gravitational pull". I am now a lonely, arbitrary celestial object without an orbit.

I'm not one to genuinely, intellectually believe in supernatural phenomena, but in the absence of any obvious cause I can't help but feel like I've been set upon by some kind of cosmic curse or hex.

I can force myself to play a video game -- I've been into Baldur's Gate 3 lately -- but it would likely just entail me spacing out, wandering around the map aimlessly, not quite feeling an anticipation of reward (dopamine) from any in-game activity.