traintracks.mp3
it wears me out
- Mar 4, 2024
- 27
My life is good, by all measurable standards. I am stable in relationship, job, housing, etc, but the crushing sadness still doesn't cease. I have been depressed since I was 8, and barely remember what happiness feels like. I've been in treatment since I was 10. I am turning 20 soon. I believe 20 will be my ultimatum. Is this really all that happiness is? Is life just a few sparks of dopamine washed away by an unshakable melancholy? I cannot live for the happy moments, when the painful ones are so much stronger. Every rare moment of joy I have pales in comparison to the daily sadness of life. I wish I could imagine things would get better, that I'm simply at rock bottom, but the truth is my life is good. I should be at my peak. But I still find myself crying at night, wishing for a home that doesn't exist. I've begun to believe this "home" is death. I'm still haunted by my past, cannot rid myself of prying eyes, wandering hands, and fear. I just want to go home.