When there are so many of us who understand what it's like to feel this bad... why is it so hard to find anyone around us who does?
I feel like a zombie moving in slow motion, hunched over because the emotional pain is so intense it registers like physical pain. I keep going, if only to do the absolutely necessary things. There are people depending on me, plus my future depends on a good reputation for showing up. Which I guess is a good sign, that I am able to act on the assumption of a future. Doesn't seem compatible with the suicidal ideation (which I have no intention of acting on, but sometimes it is a relief to think about it). There is no pleasure in life, but there are moments of meaning and connection that give me hope that there might be, one day. If only the pain would ease up.
It's hard when a state of crisis goes on this long. When it's a few days, I get through it by taking emergency measures: stop trying to accomplish anything but getting through it, take benzoids and basically wait for help to come. When it goes on this long, I can't keep doing that.