Where does the good go?

What happened? I thought that I was a happy person, the type of guy who could take a blow and keep on walking without making a big deal out of it. I mean, I have four little siblings who look up to me, a job where my boss thinks highly of me, parents who have faith in me and what I'm capable of, but what about me?

Aren't I supposed to be able to do this?

I don't know... I just feel like I can't quite get back on my feet no matter what I try. Like maybe the melancholy is at some sort of horrible equilibrium with me. Why can't I get back up? Why does it keep getting the upper hand on me?