Today's one of those days where my thoughts dwell on fantasies of last words and suicide. The loudest voice in my head says that my life is hopeless, I am broken, and happiness is a myth. All there is is being high whether from mania or drugs or love or what have you. I keep reading articles about overcoming depression in the hopes that I can find an approach to get me through but so many of them center around identifying and pursuing goals and hopes and dreams but I just don't have any...? When I'm manic I believe that I do but I don't trust those feelings anymore and most of the time I don't want anything. I don't want to want anything. More than wanting to die, I don't want to live.
I can't help but shake the feeling that to try to convince myself that I am a fool to think that I can have any kind of existence beyond a mood swing. I'm feeling lonely and hopeless and lost. I know that everyone is different and that I'll always live with this to some extent but I'm having trouble finding hope and holding onto possibilities of a future that has some sense of stability, real emotions, and an existence worth maintaining.
Does anyone have stories or experiences of getting better to share?