It'll soon pass, I'm sure, but in the meantime I've been joyfully reading.
And in my reading, I found snippet of poetry that I think will be my motto for this wretched spring, for my upcoming contributions to May Day, for the bright summer to come, when I will be editing Hump with an as-yet-named editor for spring 2010 publication:
Trust me. You're not sick or flawed- from the Smart Mouth section of Tanis MacDonald's Rue the Day (Turnstone, 2008).
enough to be cured yet. Read what you wrote.
Sleep when you can. Make careful notes.