Pg.964
Lifeless
- Jul 27, 2023
- 91
I have no idea how to even begin to climb out of this filthy hole I dug for myself. There are so many things I need/want to do but I can't because my brain can't feel joy from things anymore. The joy of a dream or a hobby doesn't feel much different than just working a shitty retail job. I can't understand what part of my brain melted off to the point that I just operate as a lobotomized husk.
The meds and therapy aren't doing it and I'm starting to think it's my fault.
The meds and therapy aren't doing it and I'm starting to think it's my fault.