For the last two, maybe three days, I have been in an almost unbearable funk. I’ve written about depression and anxiety here before, so it shouldn’t be a shocking topic, but in my mind I always thought if I reached certain goals than the feeling would just roll away. I imagined the sadness shedding like a second skin and finally I’d be free from this hazy cage. But no. It’s actually been quite the opposite. Even after achieving goal after goal I set for myself I still often find myself paralyzed by my own thoughts, sometimes even more so than before. And when I say paralyzed I mean I physically don’t move. I don’t leave my home, I don’t eat, my phone dies and I…just let it. My business is the only thing that motivates me, and often post office runs are the only times I step outside.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Entrepreneurship is rewarding but it isn’t always fun.