Are some people just born sad? Or it has something to do with our brain chemicals that substantially affect our stress levels when they dwindle? Or maybe the weather just gives us blues; rather than the cognitive flexibility that is much more needed in times of gloom.

Lately, I’ve been blaming it all to my raging hormones. Why do the endocrine glands produce these substances that scientists say influence many bodily functions? Why do we need to endure these bloody torture moods?

But after all the constant desolation, negativity, melancholia, and whatnot, I finally understood why I abruptly wanted an escape.

It all boils down to one realization: I am not sad. I am losing my way.

And trust me, it changes everything.