Pain is under control. Not gone, but tolerable.
I have med enough that I could prevent ever feeling any pain ever again and it's so tempting.
Went to city. Looked at umm, "tools". **slaps self** not supposed to discuss those things. Hide those feelings and thoughts. I can do that. I can hide them right in my body ever so quietly.
I tried so hard to connect today. Connect with my life, my passions, what i have always enjoyed, my work. I can't do it. Beautiful spring day and i just can't engage. I feel dead inside. Deep sadness. I should feel grateful I am out of bed. I am. I just have no desire to participate in life any more. It's just not there.
Don't even know why i am writing. Just feel like closing up shop, shutting down...shutting down myself. Going Away. Vanishing. Vaporizing. I just feel...finished, done, complete.
can't even make any sense and it doesn't even matter. I don't care.