After I don’t know how many years of being helplessly depressed without any external support and years of actually wanting to exit, I fucked my nervous system.
I’m eternally happy. I cannot feel negative emotions. Because I know they will be so overwhelming I will want to exit. And to stay alive I don’t face them. I’ve seen it all. I’m numb. I laugh emptily to my friends. I function in my home with family. Yet I‘m not myself.
I don’t even think anymore. I just live. While my brain subconsciously keeps me trapped as thoughts try to escape but are immediately suppressed. Perhaps until I die.
I will do the same things in the same mental state until the day I die. Because any change to myself is too hard.
Yet I try. I try so hard to discipline myself to live, to talk to people, to try to care about things, to pursue my hobbies. To see the good in things I do. But every time I try I go back to square one. My brain says no. Sit down little boy.
I think I’ve escaped depression when it probably will keep ahold of me forever. And I’m just helpless.
How much pain do I need to give myself until I *feel* something? Just anything? How do I know I won’t go back?