Do you know how you and your mind are the only things you can really control in life? And how scary it is to not have control anymore? I feel like my mind and control are slowly slipping away, and I'm powerless to stop it. I don't find joy in the things that used to make me so inconceivably happy. Everything I once loved makes me sick. I'm just not happy.
The one good thing about this situation is: I'm not suicidal. I have had some of those thoughts in the past, but if I die, I won't be able to take my dog out on walks, I will never see my friends and family again, and I need to at least outlive the Cheato in the white house.
I want to be happy, I really do, but nothing helps. If you read this, thank you. I know most people would just skip by this without a second thought because it's a big block of text. But thank you.