I feel hollow inside. There is just nothing inside my shell of a body anymore. No joy, anger, regret, guilt, or sadness. I am a husk waiting to die off and become dust.
Hello IronWolf,
I’ve heard depression or being suicidal being described as a form of ‘temporary insanity’, once. That has always stuck with me. When I’m down and out and want to end everything I will sometimes remember that term and remember being carefree. It sure is scary to realize that one can be content on one moment and in the next be utterly hopeless.
Strangely, knowing I could just leave at any point has numbed me enough to keep going and do whatever I want. Now, I’ll remember wanting to end it but I’ve put it off long enough to have made new plans. I find there is something profoundly powerful in being indifferent. It makes you invulnerable in a way. Like clipped-wings said, I hope you will find something meaningful, be it just for a moment. Good Luck
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Hello IronWolf,
I’ve heard depression or being suicidal being described as a form of ‘temporary insanity’, once. That has always stuck with me. When I’m down and out and want to end everything I will sometimes remember that term and remember being carefree. It sure is scary to realize that one can be content on one moment and in the next be utterly hopeless.
Strangely, knowing I could just leave at any point has numbed me enough to keep going and do whatever I want. Now, I’ll remember wanting to end it but I’ve put it off long enough to have made new plans. I find there is something profoundly powerful in being indifferent. It makes you invulnerable in a way. Like clipped-wings said, I hope you will find something meaningful, be it just for a moment. Good Luck