fightclub17
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- Mar 3, 2026
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Depression collapses time. Suddenly you find your days blending in together to create one endless and suffocating loop.
I wake up every day feeling more hopeless and devastated than the day before. There's no break, no relief, no escape - just this constant suffering. And it makes me question everything about existence itself.
What even is this?
When is this?
How did any of this come to be?
Time is passing, but not in the way I used to experience it. It feels strange and distorted, like I'm watching life move while feeling detached from it.
Did we ever ask to be here?
Is existence a gift, or is it something closer to a prison?
Sometimes I wonder if we're just characters in some kind of simulation or video game. Other times I wonder if we're part of something much bigger - something we can't fully understand from where we are.
But what is this, really?
What were we before we were born?
Nothing?
But what even is 'nothing'?
Is it a peaceful, permanent non-existence - a quiet absence where the suffering and agony of existence finally disappear and are forgotten?
Because in this existence, it can feel like there's no limit to how much pain a human being can experience. Sometimes the weight of suffering in the world feels unbearable - the cruelty, the harm, the endless ways living beings can experience agony.
And when life feels this painful, non-existence starts to seem like the only true peace. A place where the torture of existing finally ends.
What actually happens when the brain stops functioning.
What happens to consciousness then?
Does awareness simply fade away?
Or does consciousness, or the soul, continue in some way we don't yet understand?
I imagine death like being put under anesthesia - a quiet drifting away into a peaceful absence of awareness.
I don't know the answers.
I'm just trying to understand what this existence is, and why we are here experiencing it at all.
I wake up every day feeling more hopeless and devastated than the day before. There's no break, no relief, no escape - just this constant suffering. And it makes me question everything about existence itself.
What even is this?
When is this?
How did any of this come to be?
Time is passing, but not in the way I used to experience it. It feels strange and distorted, like I'm watching life move while feeling detached from it.
Did we ever ask to be here?
Is existence a gift, or is it something closer to a prison?
Sometimes I wonder if we're just characters in some kind of simulation or video game. Other times I wonder if we're part of something much bigger - something we can't fully understand from where we are.
But what is this, really?
What were we before we were born?
Nothing?
But what even is 'nothing'?
Is it a peaceful, permanent non-existence - a quiet absence where the suffering and agony of existence finally disappear and are forgotten?
Because in this existence, it can feel like there's no limit to how much pain a human being can experience. Sometimes the weight of suffering in the world feels unbearable - the cruelty, the harm, the endless ways living beings can experience agony.
And when life feels this painful, non-existence starts to seem like the only true peace. A place where the torture of existing finally ends.
What actually happens when the brain stops functioning.
What happens to consciousness then?
Does awareness simply fade away?
Or does consciousness, or the soul, continue in some way we don't yet understand?
I imagine death like being put under anesthesia - a quiet drifting away into a peaceful absence of awareness.
I don't know the answers.
I'm just trying to understand what this existence is, and why we are here experiencing it at all.