Everything to me, feels out of reach, out of place, too far gone, simply, far away.
I have to be happy; I know I have to be happy. I SHOULD be happy.
But I can’t. And I’m not.
I may be complaining about something minor, something great, so whats the problem?
I get the opportunity to go to a concert tomorrow, a first experience for me. But I’m crying tonight. Anxiety kicks me in the face and leaves my crying and broken. I’m scared. I’m afraid. I am NOT happy.
I am sad, to add on to it. A deep, unending sadness that makes me feel numb with my emotions. I’m not happy or excited, or enthusiastic or thrilled about this upcoming experience. I’m so sad in life, every good thing seems so far away; unreachable.
I feel unreachable. Unfixable. Hopeless.
I am sad and lonely.
Afraid and tired.
Helpless and in despair.
…..
I feel so far away from this world.
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Nobody fucking carez. I’ll just reply to myself.
I want to kill myself.
Fucking alone. Fucking sad.
What concert are you going to?
We Day concert.
This?
weday.com/we-day-events/
That’s awesome.
It sounds huge.
I could never attend an event like that with so many people.
I’d certainly have a panic attack.
Yay that you might go!
Let us know how it was.
Maybe your hormones are making you feel this way. You’re like many rainbows of emotion, or possibly one big mess of colors in a painting: sad, lonely, anxious, afraid, unreachable, broken, hopeless. Perhaps you need an outlet like music or writing (you can start keeping a diary). Meditation can probably help too. Distract yourself or try to detach from the emotions you feel. Acknowledge what you feel, then let it go, ignore it, or accept it. If there’s something specific that’s making you feel this bad, try to do something about it.
Listen: it’s okay not to be happy. It’s okay to feel bad. Over a billion people feel bad right now. You’re a-okay.
I’m not Ok.
Gee, I assume you’re ok compared to a lot of other people out there.
You fit right in with us here.
We have decent days, okay days, not-so-great days, rotten days, and please-can-I-disappear-from-the-face-of-the-earth days.
We talk about all of them at some time or another.
“I have to be happy; I know I have to be happy. I SHOULD be happy.”
Meh.
My philosophy is that happiness is just one of many emotions that are all equally valid.
Depending on what’s going on, it can be just as valid to feel sadness, confusion, jealousy, envy, amusement, anger, devotion, love, or something else entirely.
It all depends on what’s happening.
If depression is what’s happening, I still think it’s “okay” to feel that way.
We don’t have to feel guilty about not being happy all the time.
Nobody’s happy all the time, and if they say they are, they’re lying.
I like your philiosophy on happiness.
gone too soon?