I guess this is a good place to start.
I find that nothingness will search me out to strangle the remains of the day, though. I need to snap out of this stoop-er before I spiral down to the bounds of no return.
I tried religion and it felt so phony and staged that I can’t accept anything they’re offering. The doctor has me on Lyrica twice a day, but it does not really make me feel any less hopeless. It’s not like I have a miserable life; I am educated (MS), have a good paying job, wife and kids, and material items that I want. I just can’t escape the feelings I have.
What the hell is wrong with me? I keep trying things, but still, the emptiness returns.