I cant seem to get centered. I’m detached, like completely detached from life. From everything that was important to me. I came out of the hospital thinking positive, thinking ahead and somehow sank into the deepest depression I have ever been in before. I have this suitcase packed. I’m ready to up and leave, no questions asked. Just go. I’ve become completely enveloped in everything negative. I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I barely love. I’m alone. No family, or so it feels. I feel uncomfortable around them, like theres this big elephant in the room. It’s the “she tried to kill herself” elephant. Maybe I’m just being irrational, maybe I am just being paranoid. There’s no coming back from this and being the way I was. Then again, I never knew who I was to begin with anyway, so maybe that’s not a bad thing.
