I infinitely prefer the anxiety, insomnia and elation to the loneliness, boredom and melancholy that currently have hold of my brain. I wish I could be more positive and upbeat. Just not feeling it. I have a beautiful child, a kitchen full of food, and my health is good. I get it. My unhappiness is so bourgeois. Is my emotional response to my life still valid even if the plight of the bourgeois?