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I'm not usually a sad person. I mean, I used to be, then I stopped.
But sometimes it happens. I get really sad for no reason, and then it doesn't feel like sadness anymore but just a blank, hopeless feeling of non-feeling that life is meaningless and even that statement doesn't have meaning so it doesn't mean anything to me, and the futility of all these thoughts just make me feel like nothing is worth doing or living for.
I sometimes think that I was in a dark place far too long for me to completely be removed from it.
Husband thinks I might still be sad because of a reason. I don't. There is no reason. No convenient wellspring of blame. I wish there was.
I should be better soon. I mean, I got better, so I know I can recover. There's a hope there.
But sometimes it happens. I get really sad for no reason, and then it doesn't feel like sadness anymore but just a blank, hopeless feeling of non-feeling that life is meaningless and even that statement doesn't have meaning so it doesn't mean anything to me, and the futility of all these thoughts just make me feel like nothing is worth doing or living for.
I sometimes think that I was in a dark place far too long for me to completely be removed from it.
Husband thinks I might still be sad because of a reason. I don't. There is no reason. No convenient wellspring of blame. I wish there was.
I should be better soon. I mean, I got better, so I know I can recover. There's a hope there.