How do you go from so on top of the world happy, body filled with adrenaline, questioning how i ever was unhappy, to two days later wondering the exact opposite?

The other night i reconnected with a sport that i loved (and hadn't played in over 3 years) and afterwards I was convinced that my problems were solved. That that sport (ringette) was why i was feeling empty - because i wasn't truly doing something i loved. But here I am now ... feeling so down again .. and feeling even more silly that just two short days ago I actually thought I could be happy.

I dont deserve any answers ... i haven't been able to be around her much as of late. I just needed to vent a little bit.