Phew! Depression was beckoning and knocking at the door. My door. "Surely this can't be happening - to me", I thought. "I must rise above this."
I touched the plastic crystal that is supposed to bring me luck, and I thought positive thoughts.
My brain began to engage with my fingers, and thoughts turned into words, via my low-tech keyboard. When the words stopped, I wanted them to continue. That was the emotion I had been looking for...the desire to continue.
And then, when I awoke prematurely at 3am, instead of wanting to return to the Land of Slumber, my mind was buzzing to pick up from where I left off, and get at least a few more words out.