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Bears repeating:

Fundamentally, our lives are supposed to be filled with the things that ultimately make us happy. Our souls need to be nourished, enriched daily with our passions. Our gifts. Our talents. The various musings that make up who we are and fill us with immanent light.
Well I seem to have lost that glow. My light has dimmed. My soul is malnourished. Dissatisfied. Hungry for a dance, a love song, a poem, a story, a work of art. Something that lets me know that I am yet alive.
It has become nauseatingly difficult for me to sit behind this desk on a daily basis in a mind numbing stupor wasting away to what feels like nothing.
My creative juices have all but dried up and dissipated. I have been depleted of my happy. My joy extracted from the heart of me.
Unraveling at the seams.
I am not doing what I love and it's killing me.