I describe this feeling as "the way I felt before I checked myself in", and I can feel it beginning to rear it's ugly head. If I can make myself, it helps to put on a playlist of what I call "The Happies" and play it loud. I hope you feel better. 
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“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”
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