I have been experiencing a sense of gradual death lately. I reached a stage in my life where nothing could motivate me to engage in the things I used to do. I have the impression that breathing is the only reason I am alive. That point at when you have no choice but to fake it all. Act as though everything is going well for you, just because that's how people know you. That you're worried that when you explain it, nobody will get it.
Even if I am the only one feeling and noticing that I am gradually dying, I refuse to give up. I continue to try.
I hope you are too :)~ Carl
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Thoughts That Overflowed
Non-FictionThere are some words that we simply choose to keep to ourselves, and when they overflow, we have no choice but to allow them. This compilation of my personal realizations may reflect yours. I decided to express them in words for myself, you, and us.