I don’t have the energy to do that anymore. I don’t have the motivation to give that much effort. I don’t see a point in the little things anymore.
Somedays I shower, other days I put my hair up because that is as much as I can handle. The littlest bit of makeup will do just fine. And my outfit? Sweats are just fine.
Depression has ruined my ability to enjoy the little things in life, I just don’t care enough. Everything is “just fine”. The only thing I look forward to is crawling back into be because that has become my comfort zone.
My life has lost its purpose. On good days, I feel like I am always on the edge of breakdown, the stupidest thing can happen and it feels like my world is ending.
On bad days, I don’t feel a single thing, I am just numb, my body and my emotions.