every day goes by now in what feels like an unending string of sadness and emptiness. sure there are activities during the course of the work week and i may even manage to get out and run an errand or do some shopping on the weekends, but there is no resonant connection to any of it within me.
and every day that passes in this way, i feel a little less present, a little less a part of a world in which i have tended to feel like a stranger for much of my life. i'm not sure if i even think about getting better anymore. i think that this is my life and i wonder if it is possible to die from loneliness and depression.
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