Does this nagging feeling ever go away? It’s the, “Life is pretty good right now, but at any moment it could all slide down the rabbit hole again” feeling. I mean, in the last week or so, I’ve only lost a couple of hours to hiding in my bedroom feeling pathetic. Which seems like a miracle. In fact, not only have I not been hiding in my room, but I’ve been enjoying the time spent outside of it. A lot. But there is this feeling that’s following me around like a shadow. It’s always there and often nearly imperceptible, but nothing can coax it to leave. No matter how much fun I have, I always wonder how long it will be before I’m back to being curled up under the covers wishing everything would just go away. And so I repeat the question: Does this nagging feeling ever go away?