i wake up with a pervading emptiness that seems to have spent all the previous night sucking out anything at all that might have made yesterday good. i make my way downstairs to breakfast a husk, completely hollowed out—all my innards gone—with no sense that this feeling could possibly lift. my first cup of tea, and the first of the new day’s fixes of my minor opioid addiction are the only things that begin to lift me out of it (yes, i know). but even if the day is going to get better later on, it seems at least at this point impossible that something so outlandish as my mood improving could possibly happen. does anyone else have a similar experience of the start of the new day?