I seem to have lost motivation. Depressed? Maybe. But I have always had depression. I had my husband build a light box. I have a studio in my garage, plenty of paints and brushes and I am just... flat... no inspiration. Feeling like what's the point. Pretty dismal right? I am an animated happy person with people and a dreary slug at home the past year. Health? Ok mentally on lexapro for years. I feel the cheerleaders out there might know what I am going through. I googled my symptoms and got the familiar platitudes of cures. Every thing from check your thyroid to have someone peanut oil on my back and legs. Why can't there be something simple? Why did I used to sleep eat and live art? What happened?