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Surfing out of the depths
Kathleen Griffiths

“She wakes up and her heart sinks. Another day and once again she is overwhelmed by a sense of dread. Eventually she forces one leg out of the bed and somehow the rest of her follows. Later, as she wills herself toward the office building, she stares vacantly at the ground, the world around her grey, uninspiring and constricted. Despite the hollowness within, she forces a smile on her face and calls out a seemingly cheerful hello to an approaching colleague and then numbly proceeds to her office. She shuts the door, a tear slipping down her face. She does not know why. Turning to her computer she tries to focus on her work. But she feels no motivation. Each and every step is an effort which she takes by sheer willpower …”