And then there was fish oil

Today will be a day of many commercials.

It doesn't have the same affect on me now, but one night, after about a week of being ill, I read that a woman in an iconic spaghetti commercial died, watched the commercial and felt very, very low. I took some fish oil capsules to lift my mood. Why so low? Was my brain fixated on confining gender roles?...or remembering that I was once in other households of people I am no longer connected to because I moved away and they were not blood relations? (A "happy" dream is:  they tell me to eat my vegetables and soon, I'll be just like them.  A less "happy" dream: I meet them expecting we will go to lunch and they make it clear we will only be conversing in the mall for 15 minutes.) I was in a funk and wanted to pull myself out of it. Tried to talk about my reaction to someone who kept falling asleep. (Must've been fascinating.) That was a bit annoying, but then I laughed. I already felt better. Was the fish oil working? I like to be listened to. But. Perhaps it's most important for me to take the time to listen to myself, and then figure out what I need to do to make progress.