Nothing feels meaningful or significant. Nothing feels worthwhile. I’m just living because…I’m scared of letting go.
The problem is in me, I know. My maladapted brain, that sees the world as hollow and pointless. Everyone else seems quite capable of finding purpose and fulfillment in life.
But once you’re outside of that, it feels almost impossible to invest in it. Everything you try seems artificial and empty, and nothing leaves a mark in your mind.
Thing is, life without some kind of positive focus feels unbearable. Without a story to tell itself, the mind gets trapped in every negative emotion that comes along.