Disassociated. I feel stuck at a crossroads, where neither option of life or death makes me feel anything anymore. My psychiatrist said I'm "ambivalent towards life", which I think fits well.
I wonder when or if this hollow feeling will go away. I've just been so confused as of late, I was so certain about ctb for years, and now I feel like I'm chained up in my own mind - unable to take a step in any direction.
There are times where these extreme urges come, but I've managed to suppress them so far with benzos + sleep. Although it makes me wonder, am I trying to convince myself to live a life I don't want? Am I delaying the inevitable? Or what am I exactly doing?..
Honestly, I think the only thing keeping me alive at this point is my cat. I was a short moment away from passing earlier this year, but stopped when I realized I wanted to play with her instead. She's my everything.