Nothing in the bank

Whatever wellness I might have accumulated from my life-affirming Saturday has long since evaporated, and despite a Monday which included two hours of coaching, 40 minutes with my new shrink, Cantonese roast pork on rice and trivia club, I greet Tuesday with a familiar and profound dread. I am still able to elevate my mood in response to enjoyable or encouraging things, but I burn through it quickly, and once it is gone, as Dr. S. keenly observed, I have "nothing in the bank", and I crash.