Life has been getting the best of me recently. I would be lying if I said things are particularly difficult right now, I've been through significantly worse. I just can't find joy in the things I know I should. I'll be standing in a room full of family, friends, loved ones, and it will be as though the walls have been pulled forward. Suddenly it's just me; devoid of any joy, excitement, or feelings I know should be associated with the moment. The smiling face that was present moments prior just becomes a husk, a hollow reminder of the happiness I seem to be chasing in perpetuity.