I've been spiralling for days now that I think about it. I don't want to speak to anyone. I just feel numb. And done. The state of humanity depresses me. My non existent 'life' depresses me. I'm so over the dysmorphia, ocd, anxieties that plague my existence. I'm tired. Weary. Nearly 52 and ready to throw in the towel. I don't even feel in 'crisis'. There's no anxiety. Just a resigned ... 'this is it'. I read too much online. What a mess the world is in. I'm not climbing out of this pit. Not this time. I just want to let it suck me under and be done.