In this deeply personal blog post, the author shares a candid reflection on their mental health struggles, feelings of hopelessness, and the challenges of finding joy and purpose. It's a raw account of coping with depression, unsuccessful attempts at finding happiness, and the small comforts that keep them going.
I can’t sleep at night. I can’t sleep in the morning. I can’t sleep during the day. My great-aunt has shit to do. Responsibilities to meet. I get it. I’m in the fucking way. She’s trying her best not to make me feel that way, but it’s just the reality. I went to bed at 11 last night. I’m syncing my Fitbit. It says I got 7.5 hours of sleep with a sleep score of 80. Then why do I feel like shit?! Every fucking morning, I wake up with my head splitting and my eyes swollen and in a…