Why? Not sure. Just am. Or am I? You can’t tell on the outside, but I feel it. I think. I’m loving work. I’m loving the kids. I’m liking where we are right now. But something is lacking. I lost a fire. I’m feeling very unproductive at home. I’m not feeling like “me”.  I’m not being the person, the wife, the daughter, the sister, the friend I’ve always been/I want to be. I have no idea why. I’m constantly tired. I feel withdrawn and alone up here. Yes, before I get flamed I have John and he’s awesome, nothing has changed there but I can still feel alone. He’s busy…