Empty, and yet at the same time my head is filled with thoughts I can't shake. Recently started medication in some attempt to "make things better," when in reality, deep down, I don't want to fix it. I just want the world around me to stop. I feel like I'm trying therapy and medication because maybe it'll make things feel easier until the day I can finally let go. I have things I owe to people I love before I can CTB. After that, I don't really care for what happens. It feels like my body is making moves to survive while my mind is already certain of how I want things to go, and nothing has been truly making it better. I'm frustrated with every emotion I can't seem to keep contained and I'm tired of being attached to a life I never really asked for. I don't want to hurt the people I love but I've always lived my life for others, and I feel like it's prime time I stop doing that.
Some may call it selfish like we always hear. Honestly, to an extent, it feels like self care. The last act of telling myself "I hear you" and receiving peace for that