Coming off hormonal birth control, month 2. I am noticing a mood pattern, although I'm told to expect the unexpected for at least 6 months to a year. I have just entered the week wherein everything is sad, meaningless, pointless, and reminds me that we will all be dead one day, rendering every daily task, idea, dream, achievement completely useless. Work is becoming overwhelming and I want to walk out of here and leave forever. The only thing keeping me here, currently, is knowing that my salary is what pays for my apartment, and therefore my bedroom, and therefore my bed. I can't be homeless with a memory foam mattress. It will get stolen and full of dirt.