There’s nothing worse than feeling like I do right now.
I’m finding it hard to put into words, and I think that’s part of the problem.
I’m sat here like I’m waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever does.
I’m feeling anxious like I’m forgetting something, but I don’t have any idea what that something is.
I am crying because I feel as though I’m wasting my life, waiting for something that never comes.
I am lonely, although I live with my partner, when he’s here or at work, I feel as though I am on my own.
I worry, about the most slightest of things, things that don’t even need to be worried about.
I will be travelling back home this weekend, to visit some family and friends, and it seems like a chore. I don’t really want to go, I’d much rather stay at home and wait for this magical something.
Somebody asked me, what my passion is. I couldn’t answer.
I’m 28, no career, no friends really, no hobbies, no motivation and no love for life. So where does this leave me? Is there even any point in trying anymore?
I am deflated, completely, and fail to see what this life has to offer for me. I should probably ‘get out there’, like everyone says, but what is the point?
Today isn’t a good mental health day, I’m sorry.