March 5 + 

At home ill again. Yesterday was a day of utter dreariness. All my nerves were frozen, my heart congealed. I had no love for anyone⁠ ⁠… no emotion of any sort. It was a catalepsy of the spirit harder to bear than fever or pain.⁠ ⁠… Today, life is once more stirring in me, I am slowly awaking to the consciousness of acute but almost welcome misery. + 