I was trying to explain to a straight [non severely depressed] person how I feel today. Then I hit it;
the entire premise that most adults function on ; “Maybe someday it will get better.”
That’s just it though, if you fail that deception you end up depressed. The carrot on the stick is a better day later, and I’m at the point that the carrot has to be made of plastic, because that is how distant a better day is.
So, that’s it for me. It isn’t getting better. Everybody is dying the slow way, and all I want is to fast forward.