Since my last appointment, I've put my brain on pause. I haven't trusted any of the psychiatrist's I've seen and all I want is an antidepressant. Things have gotten too overwhelming to process. Whenever I have a feeling I feel like I have to make it stop. So I've just roamed around like a zombie for 3 weeks. I can barely remember what day it is but I still feel like this entire year has gone to waste.
I just wake up, walk around aimlessly, and wait for a psychiatrist appointment. I've gotten no real help or relief my entire life. I am beyond alone and I can't do it without help but I have no viable options for help. So I just spin around in circles trying to do it all alone.
I know it could get better but I can't see a reason to get there. Nothing is important to me anymore. I feel like on a chemical level I physically cannot bring myself to feel hope. It's not a decision I'm making. I have not felt hope in months.