I’ve reached a point where words feel inadequate to describe the depth of my despair. Every morning, I wake to a cold, gray world, and I’m reminded that the heaviness I feel isn’t just temporary—it’s a persistent weight that I can't seem to shake. The things that once held meaning for me now feel like distant echoes, and I’m trapped in a cycle of numbness and disconnection.

It’s not just about feeling sad or overwhelmed; it’s a profound sense of emptiness and disillusionment that seems to swallow everything in its path. I’m searching for something to hold onto, but it feels as though every grasp only leads to further isolation and confusion. I’m haunted by a relentless sense of purposelessness and an inability to see beyond the immediate anguish.

I’m sorry if this seems too heavy or unsettling. I needed to articulate what’s been consuming me, even if it’s hard to fully convey the depth of this darkness.

I’m also reaching out because I need friends. If anyone wants to talk or share their own experiences, please feel free to message me.