I feel a need come on. Unmet, it becomes a focus. Over time, still unmet, it becomes an obsession, a desperation. Eventually, it seems like it is all-consuming. It’s not I can still function, but it feels like it takes up a disproportionate amount of mental energy. Not only that, but it leads me to discount all the things I do have. It’s the reverse of gratitude. And the feeling? It’s like a plaster cast around my torso, constricting me, leading me down a path of bitterness, resentment, frust...