A return to normalcy

My snowflake is back around my neck and my mother's rings are on my finger after an eight day absence. It feels so strange; I'm back to being myself again.

Still slightly melancholic. I feel like I have no purpose; for the past few weeks I've had this enormous goal in front of me, a reason for being. Now it's gone, and I'm not sure what to do with myself. I've been up since 6 this morning, but I can't take a nap because I don't have a reason to be well rested. I've been lounging around aimlessly in this kind of slump. The Ls came in earlier and started talking to me and I bit their heads off for cracking jokes about my big tonsil debut and then later randomly burst into tears all in the span of five minutes.

Is this some sort of quasi-post partum depression?