My life is great. I want to die.
I’m male, 30s, in great health, financially successful. Friends, girlfriends, everything great.
On the outside, I’m happy, well-adjusted, positive, caring and cared for.
But nothing has meaning for me. Existential questions fly in my head every second. What’s the point of this, what’s the point of that? Every job, every conversation, every action I take… it all seems so utterly pointless.
I feel empty inside. No motivation to do anything, since nothing has any meaning. Colors don’t shine, it’s as if a cloud of smoke is everywhere, and the world is grey. Small-talk drives me insane, sports and hobbies don’t interest […]