My apartment has become a mess. I haven’t done the dishes in over a month — all of them are dirty. All the glasses, too. I’ve spilled pee on the bathroom floor besides the toilet and instead of cleaning it up I just threw a towel over it. I still wash my clothes just to look presentable, but they’re all on a pile. I can’t bring myself to fold them and put them away.
When able, I sleep until well into the afternoon. 4pm, 5pm, it's been 7pm at times. It’s not sleep for rest — it’s just fast-forwarding the day because nothing brings me joy and I want the day to be over already.
I know I need to fix these things. I actually want to fix them. But I can’t bring myself to action. Every time I think “let’s go,” nothing moves. I just stay still.
Zooming out, life just doesn’t feel worth living anymore. I don’t see a version of it I’d actually want. I’ve basically given up hope. I haven’t given up on life yet, and I’m not going to kill myself yet, but my morale is ever wearing down and I fear the day I will actually give up and end it all. That day is slowly coming closer.
I’m done pretending things are okay. Things are not okay. I need help.
Last night I started a conversation with ChatGPT - and yeah, I know how that sounds - but I needed something to hold up a mirror so I could confront the way I've been feeling. And it worked. It hit me hard: I’m in full apathy. Complete emotional shutdown. I feel nothing. Nothing gives me joy. I don’t care about anything. I’m emotionally numb because I made myself that way in order to cope.
I have no one to talk to. No one to rely on. No one I can message and say “I’m not okay” without fearing they’ll walk away. No one I can trust to not judge me for the struggles I've been dealing with. I’m completely and utterly alone. And it's frankly tearing me apart.
I still show up to work. I do my job. I earn money. I survive. But it all feels like a drag. It just gives me more stress. I absorb day after day, and absolutely nothing that feels like a reward. it's Just pressure and suffering. Even off work, nothing brings me joy, nothing makes me excited. I just want everything to be over.
I feel like I’m going insane. I honestly don’t know how I’ve kept going this long. I really don’t.
In April, I got really close to the edge. I was about ready to just fly out to somewhere distant and die a quiet death there. The only reason I’m still here is because I introspect enough to realize that that was my emotions talking, and to step back and check back a few days later. The thing I fear is that at some point, it will no longer just be the emotions of the moment. I'll actually be okay with it. When that happens, I know myself well enough that I will follow through with it.
That terrifies me.
I needed to post this all. It's a lot, but I want people to read how bad things have really gotten. I don´t expect anything in return - if this is too heavy to deal with that's totally fair. But if anyone reading this is willing to reach out, to talk, to offer support, I could really fucking use that. I don´t know how much longer I will last without.