I had a bad week.

That’s actually not right.

I don’t want you to think that it was the week’s fault.
I also don’t want you to think it was my fault.
We’re the victims, the week and I.

There were deliberate choices that led to deliberate consequences that led to a deliberate drain of energy. The week soured.
Bankrupted was the word I found when I tried to verbalize my emotional state.
bankrupt [ bangk-ruhpt, -ruhpt ]
at the end of one's resources; lacking

Just today, my mom looked at me and said, “you look like you feel ‘blah’.” And that’s it.
blah blah blah
I am recovering from a soured week and find that I am still weakened and queasy at the thought of another one…not so much another week as another experience with those who ruined it.

How long does it take a bankrupted person to recover? To have some resources back in the bank?

Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for the kingdom of heaven is theirs.

You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope.
With less of you, there’s more of God and His rule.

Matthew 5:3 would say, “Bankrupt? Stay there. That’s where happiness is found.”