I have accomplished a bit of writing today. I had a bit of a breakthrough overnight while I was at work, and I've restarted work in earnest. I don't know how long this breakthrough will sustain me, but I'll make good use of it while I can. When I'm making progress in my writing, I have at least some small hope for the future, and I can keep going in life generally. But when I'm stuck, I feel hopeless, and everything else just falls apart.