13th May, 2022
Isn't it boring that you have been feeling the same for almost two years or maybe more than that?
It gets so boring, even the thing that keeps you up at night doesn't bother you anymore. (At least for some time)
Even the very anxious you who predicts the future, overthinks all the possibilities says
What's meant to happen will happen.
Maybe I'll think of dying tomorrow, let me gets some sleep.
What worse can happen? In worst case this time I'll truly give up. Oh yes, maybe I'll cry loud this time.
Oh how we wish our anxious mind thought this way. How we wish we weren't stressed almost the whole day. How we wish we could breathe a little, live a little.
Going through this particular phase which I called exhausted from depression. Kind of liking the feeling of being unbothered, careless, carefree human for a change. But I know, when this phase ends it just gets worse than the phase before.
We are at a constant at a battle with ourselves. We want the conflict to end. Peace is all we look for.
YOU ARE READING
LIVING to DIE
Non-FictionA journal 💫 💌 No one talks about the period when they hit the rock bottom. But I am here. I want my story to be a survival guideline for people who are lonely. I am lonely too. 🫂 So talk about your stories in the comments. Engage yourself. Let's...
