I feel like my soul has drifted off into darkness and is no longer at peace. I have no idea why I’m even alive or why I continue trying seeing no efforts have made a difference in trying anymore.
My depression haunts me in ways where I don’t even feel like myself anymore. When I look into peoples eyes I see myself dead. But how can I be dead when I’m still breathing? Parts of me died along with my soul a long time ago. I want reason. I want purpose that I should continue trying. Going.
Nothing and no one makes me happy anymore including myself. There are days where I soak in my own filth of depression and anxiety. Where I wish something would happen and I’m no longer here. I’m only 23 but I feel like I’ve lived more lifetimes and heartaches throughout.
Why is this my life?