Every time I figure out how to get out of my limp of depression, it evolves to something harder to figure out.
My existential depression has turned very nihilistic. Subconsciously it is slowing destroying everything I do.
and without this confidence, it makes me fear responsibility of almost any kind, especially relationships with people.
I will estimate that if nothing changes, most thing I’m involved in will no longer be in a year.
I feel like I should run away now, on a higher note, otherwise, if I wait, worse will happen. Because at that point I’ll really feel like there is no where else to turn.
I have a lot of things to live for, and I feel like I’m subconsciously slowly destroying them.
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I’ve actually become a Nihilist. It makes the most sense out of all, that there is no purpose or meaning in life.