Those days when my hip hurts, and I'm not happy about anything because everything is all wrong. Even though, of course, it's really not all wrong. It's me that's all wrong.
Those days when the weather is gorgeous, but I'm too grump tactic to enjoy it except I keep noticing how beautiful it is which only annoys me more.
Those days when I have plenty of good books to read only I can't enjoy them because I feel like I should be doing something else. Something more worthwhile. Except I don't want to do anything else.
This is what anxiety sometimes feels like. It mutates into a constant state of hyper-agitation, and I still haven't gripped quite fully how to deal with this part of it.