Lost and not found

I’m lost. I can’t be found. I don’t know who or what I am. If you ask me two years ago who and what I was I could’ve told you. Now I can’t even begin to wonder. The relaxing thoughts now don’t even dare to step into my mind and it makes me rather sad. At least something made me relaxed and I miss the thoughts. I want them back. I’m done with my pills because even though I may be getting better nothing else is. I’m not strong. I can’t live life. Like I said, life is a test to see who’s strong enough to live it and I’m failing. Just let me put my mind to rest.