First of all, I am a brain scientist; not a rocket surgeon.
Secondly: I wish I could give you the recipe for vanquishing the funk. I wish someone could give it to ME. Fact is, we're fucked. Not irrevocably, but temporarily. We are addicts, we have been abusing ourselves, and now we need to set another course. Once the ship straightens, we'll be A-OK.
In the meantime, all I try to do is stay busy. That's how I combat the funk, emptiness, senselessness, aggravation. I also chew gum, eat Blow Pops, dip fake snuff and drink decaf tea.
I want you to envision better days, Justin. Because if you stay quit, they're coming.
If you cave, you really ARE fucked. And a dick. If you cave, you're a dick.