Not about anything, either, which is the worst part about it. If I was actually upset about something, that would actually be a comfort. The way I described it to Laurie is that my mood is acting like a leaky balloon — it starts out fine, but then just slowly starts to sag as all the air runs out of it until I suddenly realize what's happening and have to pump it up again.
I'm looking into ways to fix the problem, although so far I haven't latched on to a satisfactory plan yet. I'm not going on any more drugs for it after Lyrica and Cymbalta, that's fer damn sure. I would go back to the St. John's Wort, as that worked well for me before, but according to Laurie's research, people "coming down" from Cymbalta are generally recommended to avoid St. John's Wort because it mucks around with their serotonin levels too much.
Until I come up with a better solution, however, I'm basically trying to keep to myself (other people tend to stress me out, and in my current state I'm sure I'm no prize to be around for them, either) and keep myself as busy as possible so I don't slip into a brood. That's been good for keeping the laundry and dishes done around the house, at least, and I'm actually ahead of schedule on the art for this year's Suburban Jungle Christmas card (Leona's turn this year!).
Another thing I'm doing for mood therapy is making a point of watching movies I like, or at least listening to them while I work (I was meant to be alive in the Golden Age of Radio, but missed it by about 50 years). Tonight's entry was Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit, which also mysteriously leaves me in tears, but they're good ones. (I can't help it, I always get choked up at the end!)
Anyway, it's late and I need to get to bed. So g'nite, world, and have an awesome tomorrow. :)