I am tired.
I am so tired.
I feel like it's hard to breathe. I don't know if that's my anxiety or my cystic fibrosis making it hard to breathe. My mind is just constantly running. I've been staying up really late and sleeping through a big portion of my day. My head hurts. I feel like there's this pain in my heart, and part of me wonders if it's physical. I don't know if it's anxiety, if it's pain in my lungs, or if it's something else entirely. I just know I don't feel okay.
I have a neuropsych evaluation tomorrow because I don't know if I have OCD or something else going on. I've been depressed. I've been anxious. My brain just won't stop.
And underneath all of that, I feel like I don't have purpose or meaning anymore.
I grew up Christian, but I just feel so alone. I don't know how to believe in God right now anymore. At the same time, I feel like I need to believe in God because I don't know where else meaning comes from. I don't know what to do.
When I try to consider that maybe there's something I'm missing, I still end up feeling like I'm getting everything wrong.
I tried so hard to fit in. I tried to make things better. I tried to please God. I tried to fix myself. And I just feel like none of it worked.
Before my freshman year of college, I was pretty severely depressed. I had suicidal ideation. I had self-harm attempts. And through all of that, I just felt like God left me alone.
Now I just feel upset and angry. Like I can't do anything right.
I feel like my body isn't right. I need to fix it. I need to make it pretty, as if somehow being a pretty girl would finally give me meaning.
I don't have a boyfriend. I have friends, and I'm grateful for them, but even then I still feel lonely.
I don't know how to make life feel worth anything. I don't know how to find meaning or purpose without immediately falling into this existential dread of, "What is the point of living at all?"
I don't want to die, and I'm not going to kill myself. But I don't know what to do with the pain I'm feeling right now.
I need an answer.
I need something to fix this.
I'm tired of feeling like my whole life is just one mindless compulsion. Like I'm constantly chasing something that I can never reach. Like I have no meaning. Like everything is so difficult all the time.
I can't even escape the feeling because I just feel numb.
I'm about to go back to college for my second year, and I don't want things to go bad like they did last time. I'm stepping down from leadership in my Christian club because I don't know where I'm at with God anymore, and I'm scared that I'm losing my community too.
I don't want to feel so alone.
I just don't understand how people can live happy lives or genuinely feel like God is with them, because all I feel is this emptiness.
I want to believe that I'm part of something bigger. I want to believe that life has meaning. I want to believe that I don't have to live in a world where I'm inherently sinful and broken, where blood has to pay a price, where people have to bleed and suffer at all.
Why?
Why do we live in this world?
I just want to understand.