For the first time in my life, I’m scared. I’m worried. I don’t know what to do with myself. Enjoyment in my life has gone downhill to a point where I don’t want to do the things I used to enjoy. I know I’m not depressed, but I know that I’m not happy.
And I can’t speak to anyone completely truthfully, because I’m not good at illustrating my feelings. I want so bad for the problems to just be over and end but I know that I have to press forwards regardless. (For full context, I am NOT suicidal and that was not a subtle hint at a suicidal tendency, just that I want the scenario I’m in to be over (potential job loss at work))
