Yesterday my brother-in-law got married.
Yesterday was also and unrelatedly one of the first bad days in at least a week or two.
Yesterday, families came together and celebrated. Got to know each other. Pleasant times all around.
Yesterday, I could find no joy in anything. I could not mobilize myself. I'd follow along and obey instructions, but doddered around fumbling at tasks when I try to start them myself.
I didn't feel much anxiety, but I didn't feel much joy, or interest, or energy for anything. Eventually S suggested my functionality might improve from my anti-anxiety pills.
Like a flash, the pervasive, crippling sadness vanished. And as the families gathered and the ceremony took place, I was able to be pleasant, have fun, and be involved in conversations and activities.
Yesterday was a great day.
Yesterday was a ghastly day.
Yesterday was an off day.