It’s 4 PM on a Monday and I cannot stop sobbing
I haven’t been able to eat or sleep or leave the bed for days
Crying every single day for the past 20 days
Now that I type it out, that seems like an obvious red flag
Something is wrong
On paper, my life is nice
Actually, my life is becoming the very life I have dreamed about since I was a little kid
I so badly wish I could engage, appreciate, and truly live this life that I’ve been fortunate enough to experience
Unfortunately, there is a seemingly infinite void inside of me
And a darkness that won’t lift
I have never felt this alone and discarded in my life
This includes times when I lost friends, family, and even what I thought was my god
Perhaps those losses just compounded, including my current situational stressors
Or maybe this is unrelated
Or maybe I am making it all up
I am writing this on my iPhone
And can already tell that this text will either end up sounding like a suicide note or like, some pathetic attempt at “being real”
It is neither though
The closest thing I can think of to compare this text to is a letter to the universe
Begging for the aching to let up, the crying to slow, and my ability to function to return
Sometimes I am just grateful that I can still cry - because being numb is an even worse reality, and very few people seem to return from that