Well, I always seem to have a sense of responsibility. Therefore, I do force myself out of bed in the mornings. I have to have my shower in the mornings, so I do. And I do drag my sorry ***** to work, for fear of otherwise being fired. And at the end of the day, it still is my uncomfortable, comfort zone... But I have no motivation.
I think it may be a mild depression, but not sure where it came from.

I feel like I'm whining and starting a pity party for myself.