I think the title says it all. That’s exactly what I feel like. I am on a treadmill that doesn’t stop, keeps an insane pace, and I can’t reach the red button to stop it.

The frustration I am having with all of this is that I have no reason to feel like I do, depressed and alone. I should be on top of the world. I love my job more than I can express. I just got engaged. My running is better than it has ever been. There is logically no explanation for it.

So, I guess I am just going to try to write my way through this, because I am out of ideas. If you’re tired of my depressive posts, I understand, but I think it’s better that I talk to myself through here rather than try to deny what I am going through.