Lately, it feels like I’m sinking, and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to pull myself out of it. Every Friday, I tell myself, This weekend, I’ll finally feel better—I’ll do something for me. I make plans and think of things that used to make me happy, but when the weekend comes, I feel completely drained. Just getting out of bed feels impossible, and I never end up doing anything I planned.
The worst part is that the weekend slips away doing nothing but chores, and suddenly it’s Monday again. It’s like life is on autopilot—work, gym, cook, eat, sleep—and I’m just existing, not living. I moved to a new country where I don’t know anyone, and working from home has only made me feel more isolated. My husband works mornings while I work afternoons, so even though we live in the same house, it feels like we barely spend any real time together.
I feel this constant heaviness, like I’m trapped in my own body. My mind keeps shouting at me to do things—Get up. Go out. Start something new. But I just can’t move. It’s like I’ve lost all control over myself, and I’m so angry about it.
I don’t hate my job, but I don’t feel anything toward it either. I know I need to keep working, but the idea of doing this—just going through the motions—for the rest of my life makes me feel hopeless. I want to want things again, but right now, everything feels pointless.
I can’t afford therapy, so I don’t know how to start getting better on my own. I know I’m not okay, but I don’t know how to fix it. I feel so alone, and it’s terrifying to think this might just be my life now.
If anyone else has been through something like this and found a way to move forward, I’d really appreciate hearing from you. Right now, I just feel like I’m stuck in a dark hole I can’t climb out of.