I feel like I've given up. Granted I've been dealing with bad memories, bad dreams, flashbacks, panic, anxiety, insomnia, and wanting to punch kittens. (I love kittens) I feel like sabotaging my life, just to damage the last few good things enough to merit ending them. Then I have no reason to keep worrying about doing anything important, and can end this. Part of me sees that's stupid, but I have no real plans/ hobbies/ goals/ social circles. It almost seems logical to just turn in.