So, I’m sitting at work. At my desk. Beside me is my fellow project manager and in front of us is our boss.It’s been a tough day. Busy, but good. A normal day in the life of a project manager working with awesome people. Well, mostly awesome people.It’s around 3PM, so the end of the day is in sight. Almost there.I am reading emails, and trying to get a report complete. I find myself having read the same email 10 times. Or was it 12?I feel the fog of depression descend upon me.It’s almost like a dome that fits over your head. No, not over. But within.It turns your neurons to mush. No, it makes the electrons move as though through a honey like viscosity. Sllllloooooooowwwwww……Where you can see that a thought is there, but you just CAN’T put 2 and 2 together! Dammit!So, ok. Been there, done that. It hardly ever happens at work, or when I’m around people for that matter. But meh! I can deal with this.And then, I find myself getting antsy.Not just mentally, but physically. I start getting up an walking around.I think I’m talking to my coworkers. I think we were talking about grammar rules.I sit down on the carpet.My coworker looks at me strange..but not too strange…cause I’m normally a little cooky.”It’s ok,” I say. “I’m just having a depressive episode. You work. It’ll pass.” I think I said that.And then I start incoherently rambling. I think.I find myself in this strange state of fogginess and mania. I can’t think, but I can’t shut up. I think I’m rambling, but I am assured that the words leaving my mouth are sane and coherent.My external observer notices these two extremes and is very intrigued. “Interesting”, she says. “Very very interesting.”Time passes. I can breath again, though I never for a moment thought I was out of breath.I get back onto my chair.I take a deep breath, and read the email again. Ok, I can think now. This makes sense.Man, that was strange!