The Conversation

I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m floating through life and everyone else got the manual but me. I used to be passionate, excited, hopeful. Now I wake up and just… exist. Work, eat, scroll, sleep. Repeat. I don’t have anything that makes me feel alive anymore. I don’t even remember the last time I felt joy that wasn’t immediately followed by guilt. Everyone thinks I’m doing fine because I smile and show up, but inside it’s just silence. I don’t know if I’m depressed or just empty or just tired of faking it. I don’t even know what I’d say if someone asked me what I wanted out of life. I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to live like this either. I just want something to change.