Nothing feels important, nothing sounds fun or interesting, nothing seems to break through the haze in my mind which comes in everyday at different times to hang around for hours if not for the rest of the day, I was waking up to it and it seemed to lift around early afternoon now it comes in around late morning and hangs around until bedtime. Should I do something impulsive? Quit a job that feels empty and meaningless and move to someplace I've always wanted to live? Would that break through it? Should I do everything I can to ignore it, and press on? Is this something of my own doing? Is it simply a biological predilection that I have from my depressive mother? Whom I love dearly don't mistake what I am saying there. Is it simply a knowledge of the reality of the meaninglessness of it all? I feel so confused and exhausted by it.