Still breathing, still life

I have had very little motivation to write. That's unusual for me. I usually write to declutter my mind. It has been very still. Not stagnant, just quiet. Not happy. Not sad. Just holding the line, I guess. Lots of stress at work. Anxiety reactions to strange things. I've spent a lot of time reading, a solitary pursuit that I enjoy...19 books in 9 weeks might border on obsessive though. For the first time ever, I think, I drank an entire bottle of wine...over three days. Not so bad, right? Warmer weather and sunshine had me feeling perky this afternoon but it slid away like sand through my fingers.I am still trying for my silver lining. I don't give up so easily. I just need to find my fun again.