Idk how to anxiety and depression journal SOS
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Idk how to anxiety and depression journal SOS
Ooooh boy, it's now officially Smonday, the time when Sunday just feels like all you're doing is preparing for Monday.
I've cleaned out and reorganized multiple rooms in my house then cleaned the bathrooms, took out all the trash and rolled the bin to the curb, and now I need to make dinner and take a shower and wash my hair before bed.
Whether it's the weekend that I have the kids or the weekend that I don't, I struggle with the same feeling of hopelessness and mundanity. Like is this really all there is to life? Cooking stuff and cleaning the kitchen and cleaning the house, cleaning your body then going to bed, going to work, getting in some steps, going to the fucking grocery store, hot weather, cold weather, dry weather, rainy weather?
I feel like every week is a copy of the prior week and every year is a copy of the last year, and all that changes is that myself and other people get imperceptably older.
Genuinely, how do other people do it without going crazy or killing themselves? What's the fucking point?
somtimes I think about disappearing for a while, just to see if anyone would notice
"I had a dream that you died, and I was okay with it."
"I had a dream that you died, and I was okay with it."
Vent post
tw: Depressive thoughts, Sui ideation, past trauma
Have you ever experienced love?
The type of love that gives you a scrunchie without asking,
Just because they know how much you hate the hair on your face,
The type of love that knows how much do you need to talk,
It is always full of details,
Is the kind that with just a glance they know how much you know,
Or when they ask for the menu without hesitation and then order for you,
Because they know how difficult it is for you to talk,
And they always know every gesture you make, every little change and of course they know.
Have you ever experienced to be loved without permission or doubt?
Without asking for you to change something that is part of your soul?
Without feeling a burden or a lost cause?