Life is passing me by and I feel like I am just a passenger, throwing myself into things of momentary pleasure just to get by. But now even those things don’t bring me joy and I feel as though there’s no way out of this hole and I’ve no one to blame but myself. Worst of fall I feel as though just by me existing, having sentience, that I deserve every bad thing I have coming. I’m trapped.
I am so sorry you feel trapped. I want you to know that even though I sound a bit scatter brained, we see you, and we love you. Hang in there.