desiderata310
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I don't want to freak anyone out I am not actively suicidal. I had this conversation with my therapist recently and I've been thinking about it a great deal since then: Why do I continues to fight? What do I actually have to live for?
I went through the typical list of things that I SHOULD hang my hat on: kids being the top of that list. They don't need me anymore. I am not necessary in their lives. If I disappear from the landscape they continue on and don't miss me. I can go months without hearing from my oldest.
I am unnecessarily breathing the air, taking up resources.
So I keep wondering, why am I trying? Why DO I keep trying to get better? The scary part is I don't have a reason. I don't have anything to look forward to. I don't HAVE anything to strive for or look forward to. I don't have any friends here in this new town.
I don't actually enjoy life. I have a few things I like doing but I kinda don't care if I do them now or not.
So what now?
I keep pushing but I'm tired. I don't have a real reason to try or to get better. I don't see the point in continuing. I have done ZERO work on my thesis aaand I don't care.
I wouldn't call it depression. I am not sad. I just don't…care.
If all I really have to look forward to is more fear, more anxiety and the monotony of not caring day in and day out, why do it?
I went through the typical list of things that I SHOULD hang my hat on: kids being the top of that list. They don't need me anymore. I am not necessary in their lives. If I disappear from the landscape they continue on and don't miss me. I can go months without hearing from my oldest.
I am unnecessarily breathing the air, taking up resources.
So I keep wondering, why am I trying? Why DO I keep trying to get better? The scary part is I don't have a reason. I don't have anything to look forward to. I don't HAVE anything to strive for or look forward to. I don't have any friends here in this new town.
I don't actually enjoy life. I have a few things I like doing but I kinda don't care if I do them now or not.
So what now?
I keep pushing but I'm tired. I don't have a real reason to try or to get better. I don't see the point in continuing. I have done ZERO work on my thesis aaand I don't care.
I wouldn't call it depression. I am not sad. I just don't…care.
If all I really have to look forward to is more fear, more anxiety and the monotony of not caring day in and day out, why do it?