No one talks about how draining it is when your mood is constantly switching between "Its okay, I don't care. I'll be okay" and "I don't know how much more I can take".
i used to wake up and have something i wanted to do
i used to go to bed thinking of what id do tomorrow
but my capability for joy is gone now unfortunately
i wake up wishing i hadnt
i go to bed hoping its the last time
what an unfulfilling life
whats the point of this
I won't end this year pretending everything was fine. I lost a piece of myself this year that I will never get back, and I'm not forcing a smile as if it didn't change me. So no, I won't be saying “2026 is going to be my year”. I'll be praying that I recover next year, that my heart never has to break like this again, that I never have to survive something like this again. I'll be hoping for peace. Real peace, the kind that lets me breathe without fighting for it. I deserve a year that doesn't hurt.