It was go time, game-face time—all the sports metaphors. And a funny thing happened: for the first time in my life, I couldn’t call up that energy. I couldn’t command the adrenaline to start firing. I wasn’t sad or depressed or checked out, but I was calm and tired, and this was the weird part—I couldn’t use my anxiety to spring myself into work and focus. I couldn’t, and that had never happened to me before.
