
BumperCrop
Member
- Feb 2, 2020
- 29
After many months without a turn of (mental) health, I thought that things were better. A few weeks of lockdown in my region proved me wrong: reducing me to a depressive bedridden mess. I can't remove the image of a noose around my neck from my imagination. The scene plays over and over again.
A part of myself does not want to die. But another insists on a permanent rest. I only want to sleep. I feel unable to balance my shifting responsibilities through this pandemic. (DO NOT GET ME WRONG! I'm neither anti-vax nor anti-lockdown. I'm triple vaccinated and a strong supporter of measures to reduce spread. But as many of you know, it's difficult to work and/or study in these conditions.)
I am no longer looking forward to anything. I've lost interest in all my plans and passions. The living conditions of this pandemic seem especially conducive to depressive episodes. Like the one I'm living now.
A part of myself does not want to die. But another insists on a permanent rest. I only want to sleep. I feel unable to balance my shifting responsibilities through this pandemic. (DO NOT GET ME WRONG! I'm neither anti-vax nor anti-lockdown. I'm triple vaccinated and a strong supporter of measures to reduce spread. But as many of you know, it's difficult to work and/or study in these conditions.)
I am no longer looking forward to anything. I've lost interest in all my plans and passions. The living conditions of this pandemic seem especially conducive to depressive episodes. Like the one I'm living now.