A few months ago, I felt like I had an epiphany of sorts. I felt like I might’ve been the only person that exists and I’m in control because nothing truly bad could happen to me no matter what. But recently, I’m not so sure. If I was the only thing that existed, why do I feel so bad? Why do I feel so pointless? Why isn’t my life good? Why do I want to just end it? Why aren’t I comfortable in my own body? Why do I have to rely on antidepressants to make me feel “normal?” I wish I couldn’t […]
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