Bevendre

I hate how my depression seems to be hitting harder and harder every Tuesday/Wednesday.  I have no passions that have panned out, no hobbies that take my mind off of things for more than a few minutes, and I can’t keep up with any project I put my mind to.

More and more I’m finding myself questioning what’s even the point?  I hate where I am in life, how little I’ve done and how much I’ve managed to let slip by.  More and more often I have the thought that there’s no reason to keep going.  These are predominantly invasive thoughts, I know they are, but I’m scared at how often they’re coming.  

I hate feeling this way, I hate thinking this way, and I want it to stop.