What is the point?
Why? Why am I here? Just to feel pain and shame? Thats how i feel every day. Have you ever had someone say, "We need to have a talk later?"
That feeling in your chest. Tight. Can't breath.
That's what wakes me up every morning. That's my alarm clock.
Every. Single. Morning.
Existential dread. What am i supposed to do?
I'll be 41 in a couple of weeks. Im just lost. I don't know what to do or who to talk to.
I made a promise to my sister when I was a child that I would never kill myself. I'll hold that promise.
I'm just tired and sad all the time. Even if I dont act like it.
I'm amazing. I know I am. But I'm tired....