Not motivated. Not one bit!

This therapy, writing everything down, is not working for me either. I am not comfortable writing anyway. Still keeping everything in.

So difficult being happy. I do not remember the last time I was happy.

I have a lot to say but no will to speak. I feel devastated. I feel like a mud puddle.

I can hardly work. I am running out of time. And I will not be able to find something new once I am let go. I feel drained mentally and physically.🔋

There is so much noise around me. There is too much noise in the world. I want silence. I want darkness. I want to be far, far away. I want to be ageless, pastless and futureless.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.