I'm not dead. I'm still here. I'm not "away" in a mental hospital. I'm not manic and flying.
You may have thought that and I wouldn't blame you.
Quite the contrary – I'm thriving on work...
Work is the greatest therapy of all. Here's why:
Work gives you a sense of purpose and we all need to feel purposeful and useful.
It gives you a reason to get up in the morning, get dressed and get going. (I work at home, but I still get dressed every morning, no matter what. Otherwise I don't feel professional, and I'm a professional.)
When you work you have to reach out and engage with other people. Connect with the world. That's exciting and exhilarating.
The more you have to do, the more you get done. (That sounds like it should be an axiom with a name like Murphy's Law, which it is not. I cannot find it right now. When I do, I'll get back to you.)
You feel a great sense of accomplishment, confidence, self-esteem, a wondrous natural "high" when you do a good job. You can't buy that feeling. It's truly priceless. I love it.
You learn so much from the mistakes you make or the first drafts you have to rewrite. It's tough work. Writing really makes you bleed sometimes, it's so hard, but when you get it right, it's bliss.
There's nothing better than falling into bed at night utterly exhausted after a hard day or night of work.