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I'm still here. That's about it. Just drifting aimlessly through life. I feel like I'm an observer in the world, not a participant. I don't hardly care about anything. I have no passion for anything. I'm just taking up space.
Maybe I should be considering psychiatric help. I've been to talk therapy and it did no good. Maybe I need drugs. But I so loathe the idea of mucking about with brain chemistry. I loathe the idea of depending on a pill for happiness. It seems like there should be a better way. But I sure as hell can't find it.
I haven't gone back to the dark place in a while, fortunately. I'm just standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down at it.
I sound like some damned emo teenager. I'm way too old to feel this lost.
Maybe I should be considering psychiatric help. I've been to talk therapy and it did no good. Maybe I need drugs. But I so loathe the idea of mucking about with brain chemistry. I loathe the idea of depending on a pill for happiness. It seems like there should be a better way. But I sure as hell can't find it.
I haven't gone back to the dark place in a while, fortunately. I'm just standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down at it.
I sound like some damned emo teenager. I'm way too old to feel this lost.