I want to cry all day every day. I can’t even make sense of my life anymore.

27F Listening to In This Moment and Type O Negative way too fuckin loud, eating cookies, sitting on my bedroom floor. It feels like I’ve been fist fighting the devil himself for months now. I’m glad I have like 5 people who give a shit about me or I would’ve given up by now. I feel like a hollow corpse.

Check on your friends, if you see them getting rid of their stuff, not sleeping/sleeping too much, calling in or anything just off - check on them. I got to the point I couldn’t even speak or get out of bed and called into work for several days. I gave away my stuff and I stopped answering my phone and whatnot and I would’ve probably offed myself I was so depressed but my mom thankfully answered my call.

I’m still really depressed but I am doing much better. I have some really nice plants and I was given some tarantulas I adore.