I really just like being busy and accomplishing things, which is basically what work is to me.
On occasion I get feeling down. And the solution? Go to work. Find something purposeful to do. For me it isn't watching a movie or reading a book. And I love reading books. It is going to work, whatever that may be at the moment. Whether it is scrubbing baseboards, making a few extra meals for my freezer or for someone else, taking the kids to their various activities, or holding a presidency meeting at my home. Going to work seems to take my mind off whatever my problems may be.
Of course sleep changes everything. I can't be sleep deprived and try to push myself to work. That makes me sick. Literally. And my heart can't handle it. Seriously.
Sometimes I just want to wallow in self pitty. And then I just remind myself that the only way out is first through earnest prayer and second, work. Find some kind of work and get busy. It is the only way to make it through.
It always works.

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