I’ve failed everyone’s expectations and my past haunts me all the time. I escape it, but my family, my religion, everyone brings it up all the time, whether they know it or not. I’m so depressed anymore I want to run away but I can’t, so I find peace in writing, but I never have time to do it anymore. I work, sleep, eat, but all I want is to die.
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I am sorry you feel this way. I feel the peace too, when I am writing. It’s such a wonderful thing to do. And I can understand you miss having time for it. I have the same problem when I work. There is no time for things your soul needs. May I ask what is your religion?
The worst kind of depression is the kind that corners you emotionally. There’s nothing you can do because of time or money constants. I’ve been through all that crap myself, including right now.