Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,040
I feel deeply dissatisfied with life for many reasons, all of which seem to compound each other, making existence feel unbearable.
Life feels empty and meaningless. No matter what I do, I cannot shake the sense that nothing truly matters. There is no inherent purpose or direction, and any goals I might consider pursuing seem either unattainable or not worth the effort. The things that are supposed to bring fulfillment seem hollow, leaving me with no motivation to chase after anything.
I lack close friendships or romantic relationships. I have always struggled to connect with people on a deep level, leaving me feeling isolated even when I am around others. The disconnect is constant, making every social interaction feel forced or empty. I watch others form bonds effortlessly while I remain on the outside, unable to bridge the gap.
I have tried to work toward a better life, but effort never seems to yield the results I hope for. It feels like I am stuck in a cycle of trying and failing, with nothing to show for my struggles. Each failure only reinforces the sense that life is a trap, forcing me to endlessly meet needs that will never bring true satisfaction.
Then there is the inescapable truth that life ends in death. No matter what I do, it will all be erased. Every experience, every struggle, every moment of suffering—none of it will matter in the end. This makes it hard to justify continuing, knowing that all paths lead to the same void.
My past has left scars that never fade. Childhood neglect and abuse have shaped my perception of the world, making it difficult to trust or believe that things could have been different. I have experienced betrayals and mistreatment, reinforcing the idea that life is unfair from the start. It seems like some people are born into circumstances that allow them to thrive, while others, like me, are set up to suffer from the beginning.
On top of all of this, depression clouds my mind, making everything seem even bleaker. My brain injury has only made it worse, reducing my ability to think clearly, concentrate, or find enjoyment in anything. It feels like I am merely existing rather than truly living. Even if I wanted to change things, I do not have the mental capacity or energy to do so.
Every aspect of life feels like a reminder that I do not belong in this world. The combination of past pain, present struggles, and an inevitable future of suffering makes it impossible to find a reason to keep going. Life has given me nothing but dissatisfaction, and I do not see that ever changing.
Life feels empty and meaningless. No matter what I do, I cannot shake the sense that nothing truly matters. There is no inherent purpose or direction, and any goals I might consider pursuing seem either unattainable or not worth the effort. The things that are supposed to bring fulfillment seem hollow, leaving me with no motivation to chase after anything.
I lack close friendships or romantic relationships. I have always struggled to connect with people on a deep level, leaving me feeling isolated even when I am around others. The disconnect is constant, making every social interaction feel forced or empty. I watch others form bonds effortlessly while I remain on the outside, unable to bridge the gap.
I have tried to work toward a better life, but effort never seems to yield the results I hope for. It feels like I am stuck in a cycle of trying and failing, with nothing to show for my struggles. Each failure only reinforces the sense that life is a trap, forcing me to endlessly meet needs that will never bring true satisfaction.
Then there is the inescapable truth that life ends in death. No matter what I do, it will all be erased. Every experience, every struggle, every moment of suffering—none of it will matter in the end. This makes it hard to justify continuing, knowing that all paths lead to the same void.
My past has left scars that never fade. Childhood neglect and abuse have shaped my perception of the world, making it difficult to trust or believe that things could have been different. I have experienced betrayals and mistreatment, reinforcing the idea that life is unfair from the start. It seems like some people are born into circumstances that allow them to thrive, while others, like me, are set up to suffer from the beginning.
On top of all of this, depression clouds my mind, making everything seem even bleaker. My brain injury has only made it worse, reducing my ability to think clearly, concentrate, or find enjoyment in anything. It feels like I am merely existing rather than truly living. Even if I wanted to change things, I do not have the mental capacity or energy to do so.
Every aspect of life feels like a reminder that I do not belong in this world. The combination of past pain, present struggles, and an inevitable future of suffering makes it impossible to find a reason to keep going. Life has given me nothing but dissatisfaction, and I do not see that ever changing.
