I am in the throes of a clinical deep depression. I’m not going to sit here and blame it all on my brain chemicals acting up, but they certainly aren’t helping. Basically all of the stress, except money, has been removed from my life, but I’m still…
I feel empty. I’m having trouble finding interest in things I normally find interesting. I’m constantly exhausted, but having trouble sleeping. I have no real appetite unless I’m downright starving because I have not eaten all day. I’m not BPD raging, but I still have my breaking point where I just want to yell and scream and then cry myself to sleep.
And that’s where I’m at.
It’s a miserable, dark, lonely place.