Have you ever noticed that self-pity is an extremely addictive state of being? Well, it is. It’s so addictive that once you’re bound in its deep and murky depths, it takes all your energy and more just to pull yourself up an inch or two towards a happier and more fulfilling place. Even though self-pity is not a place you want to be in on a sunny Friday morning (or any other morning for that matter), it’s where you might, however unwillingly, find yourself when you least expect this ghastly occurrence. And that’s where I usually find myself almost every morning, an unfortunate continuation of my unhappy state of mind from the previous night.