I saw my therapist today and I’m empty and sad.
I don’t feel like I belong here. This world is made for people who don’t feel pain when other people are hurting, people who can make choices without worrying what they mean for others, people who can walk through life without questioning everything.
I thought I was better. I’m not. If anything, I feel worse than before because I tasted happiness… confidence… hope… for a few weeks. And now it’s gone again.
I’m not okay. I’m not in danger of killing myself, I just don’t like living anymore. I’m going to be in a holding pattern for the next few days to see if I can get out of the hole myself or if we need to do something else.