Getting Out of Bed
One day, in a very low moment, I went to the bookstore and looked at the section of self-help books marked “Happiness.” It was a vast collection, spanning some four shelves: cute books filled with cartoons and happy suggestions. Earnest books about changing your outlook. Practical books that laid out day-by-day plans and encouraged you to write positive messages in the margin. The words danced before my eyes and I felt more alone than ever.