I am no longer sure what happiness really is. I do not want to do things that usually make me happy because I know that I will feel more empty afterwards.
My excuse is that I am tired and unable to cope, but I would have liked to be involved and do things. But I don't know how to handle it.
Then at night, the thoughts I had during the day become reality and that reality scares me.
Throughout this process, I have a mask that protects me from breaking completely but sometimes cracks occur in the mask because I can no longer cope.
So right now I choose to disconnect everything and take a step back. So I can fix my mask so I dare to take another step
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