For the longest time I haven't been able to figure out what's wrong with me.  No energy.  No ambition.  No motivation.  No drive to do anything.  No creativity.  No interest in much of anything.  No wanting to go anyplace or see anybody.

I knew I wasn't "depressed".  I've been depressed and that wasn't it.  So I called it "situational depression", but that didn't feel correct either.

Then last night I finally got hit by the flash of the obvious that made me feel as stupid as usual.

I'm burned out.

I knew it felt familiar, in a been-there-done-that sort of way, but I couldn't line up the triggers... because my two other cases of burn-out where work related, and I'm not "working" now.

Which of course is a load of BS, at least as far as stress related actions go I'm working harder than I ever have before because I haven't had a day off in a couple years, and it's gotten especially bad since my kids blew up at their father and they haven't gone to his place in six months.

So, now that I have a name for it, and I know what's causing it, I know how to fix it and everything makes a lot more sense.

My commitment to giving myself every Sunday off is a big move toward fixing the problem.

I've also put #1-son to work fixing a lot of the little things around the house that have been driving me buggy for years... which will take a load off my mind.

So, now that I know what's up, I can begin to deal with it, and already I feel better.