Purpose
I originally started this blog so I could talk about overcoming my struggle with depression. but I think I may have lost it. On the outside I am still functional. I am going to work. Attending my classes. Doing my homework. But I have never wanted to end my life more than I do today, and it has only been getting worse as time goes on. Yesterday I wrote my suicide note. I mentioned it to people. They thought I was joking. I don’t know what to do with my life anymore. I seem to have lost all purpose. I don’t even know if I want to die. I just know I don’t want to exist. I thought about simply running away. Starting all over again in a new life. But I fear that would cause me more issues. It would do more harm than good. But honestly, I am not afraid of death like I used to be. I am still concerned as to what happens after, but that’s not the same thing. Recently it’s like nobody has cared about what I’m going through. Even when I tell people about it, they like to compare it to what they are going through as if it is some sort of competition. I’m done competing about who has it hardest. I am done fighting for anything. for everything. i’m just done.
















