I guess I should explain a little about the last entry . . . it makes it look like I'm sad and depressed when really I'm not. I'm not any lower than usual (though I can't claim to be in a wonderful mood either). See . . . it works. And it's been pretty constant for over half a year. There hasn't been a moment since my gf broke up with me that I really felt any sort of self-worth. What I do has worth. The people I can apparently help have worth. But I don't.
And what it all comes down to is that even though a lot of people probably can't imagine how I can function with it . . . I can. I just don't focus on myself. I keep myself working because, after all, I can't do anything else if I'm nearly dead. So I take care of myself, but it's only secondary.
But . . . all things considered . . . it does work.