Sorry for the long post just need to express how I feel somewhere.
Still struggling to live a life I’m trapped in my own hell alone. I have no true friends and I can’t understand why the thing I want most is to find love. I have always preferred to be alone or at least distance myself from people due to my anxiety and it’s made it so I am truly alone. Nobody to check if I’m ok and that is my fault for not trying hard enough to overcome my fear of people.
I’ve been uninterested in everything I used to enjoy. I’ve been skipping meals, and feeling an emptiness that I can’t fill. I feel numb to most things in life and would rather stay in bed everyday. I feel I have no purpose, I’m sick of the emptiness inside and hiding behind dead eyes.
I don’t remember the last time I smiled or felt happy in general. Being sad is all I have left. I’m not alive I’m just breathing at this point and feel I will never be the person I wish I could be, I will never live up to the expectations of a world that won’t stop moving.
I feel like my depression is pulling me down and I’m so alone like swimming through an empty ocean. I’m not okay and it’s not alright
Still struggling to live a life I’m trapped in my own hell alone. I have no true friends and I can’t understand why the thing I want most is to find love. I have always preferred to be alone or at least distance myself from people due to my anxiety and it’s made it so I am truly alone. Nobody to check if I’m ok and that is my fault for not trying hard enough to overcome my fear of people.
I’ve been uninterested in everything I used to enjoy. I’ve been skipping meals, and feeling an emptiness that I can’t fill. I feel numb to most things in life and would rather stay in bed everyday. I feel I have no purpose, I’m sick of the emptiness inside and hiding behind dead eyes.
I don’t remember the last time I smiled or felt happy in general. Being sad is all I have left. I’m not alive I’m just breathing at this point and feel I will never be the person I wish I could be, I will never live up to the expectations of a world that won’t stop moving.
I feel like my depression is pulling me down and I’m so alone like swimming through an empty ocean. I’m not okay and it’s not alright