I can’t think of a title
I’m writing this to vent. I need an outlet, and talking with friends is not the greatest idea because they have problems of their own, and I don’t want to burden them with something they can’t help with. I also feel the need to explain what’s going on with me. When you’re as depressed as I am, you end up feeling guilty, like it’s your fault, and I think maybe talking about it would be healthy. Nothing in particular is bothering me, but I feel like something is terribly wrong. It feels like I just lost a close friend or went through a breakup and haven’t been able to process it. But when I stop and think, there is nothing specific that would be causing this. It’s so intense that I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning, even on my days off. At the same time, it’s so real to me and such a consistent feeling that I end up attaching it to real-life fears and worries just to make sense of it. I keep thinking that if I change my situation in life, I won’t feel this way, but I’m no...