Enough with self pity, I have dipped my toe into the murky waters of despair and it is rather hideous - so I decided to quit.
There was no magical cause - I do this. Get utterly indignant at something, then despair out of frustration and cry. Then I decide that the lying on the floor approach is bad for my karma and I get back up.
I need sex. I haven't had any since the Berlin wall came down.