Shower?

So the other day, I wasn't feeling very good. This is becoming typical at a very alarming rate—the whole not feeling good thing, I mean. No one really wants to hear about that part though. Nothing anyone can really do, I suppose. I think I’m okay physically, I mean, no broken bones or stuffy sinuses or runny noses or anything like that. Yesterday morning, I just felt so uncompelled to leave my bed. It was not a feeling I liked—in any sense of the word ‘like’ but, I just couldn’t seem to help myself. I cried. A lot. I thought that maybe taking a shower would clear my head of all the confusion; would clear my mind of the mist that was clouding logic; would clear my heart of all the uncertainty. Fail. The only thing the shower succeeded in doing was make me smell like Ivory soap. Yay for moisturizing aloe. I didn’t know what to do; I still don’t. I lay there, twisted in my blankets and comforters wishing for the improbable. I don’t understand myself. They only thing I know is that I want to be happy. So what’s the right thing to do? What’s the right course of action? What happened that I lost the happiness I had? I’m typing this in the HUB… and all I want right now is to cry. But I can’t.