ahhhhhhhh, so I'm going through another episode. Depression evolves into anxiety and the anxiety makes me start questioning my own sanity. Then the cycle repeats itself. I fear that I will never be able to live a normal life. When I get like this I really feel disabled. Everything seems like a huge task. I procrastinate to the point where I get NOTHING done at all. I think about actually getting better, and it either seems impossible or it scares the $#%^ out of me. Am I using this as a crutch? Or am I really unable to function normally? Somedays I can't even get out of bed. The depression gets to be really debilitating, almost paralyzing. Sometimes I want to cry so bad but the tears just wont come out. I wonder what that is all about. Maybe it has something to do with the antidepressant.
When I go through these periods I am constantly questioning the point of all this. Existence seems bleak to me. The beauty that I usually recognize and admire is nothing more than an image to question. Why? What the ###$ is the point of all this. The world makes me sad. People killing each other for resources. people being raped of their own rights for other's financial gain. People kill without even thinking about how precious life really is. Or is it? We are all given this small amount of time here and do not know what happens after this. So why on earth would anybody take that away from another being. I don't know, this world baffels me.
also, when I get like this, I constantly question the meaning of existence, if there is a meaning at all. And I even come up with my own theories. Not that I think that any one theory is valid, but it is just something that consumes my time when I am depressed. With all this existential thinking, I sometimes wonder if I am losing it. I don't know. I'm a mess. My mind moves so quickly that I start confusing myself. Sometimes I'll even forget what I was thinking about just a second ago. Errrrrrrrrr. This sux.
I isolate myself from pretty much everyone. I have shut my phone off and it has been off for weeks. I just have no desire to communicate with most people. And that scares me too. Why do I hide from people. Maybe I don't want them to see me like this. Or maybe I just don't want to be bothered.
My biggest fear is completely losing touch with reality. It hasn't happened yet, and I have been fearing it for quite sometime (almost 7 years), but there is still that possiblity.Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. they say ignorance is bliss. Maybe if I did lose touch, I wouldn't be as depressed. I'm begining to lose all hope for the future, and all hope of getting better. I mean god, I have been like this for years.
Well, thanx for listening. I appreciate it.
Amy