You shake your head, trying to clear it from the thought of taking pills.
You walk into the kitchen, moving immediately to the fridge and grabbing a frozen meal from the freezer. You throw it into the microwave, setting it to cook your dinner.
As the food cooks, you run through in your mind how the day went. You stayed by yourself in the cubicle doing work you’re not sure you enjoy. You cried in the bathroom because nothing is satisfying anymore and everything is just a huge disappointment these days.
The microwave beeps, signaling that your meal is done.