This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
Trigger Warning: Past suicidal thoughts and plans. Past self harm thoughts and plans.
Completely flat affect.
Complete absence of feeling.
The world wasn’t black because the world barely existed.
I felt no connection to life, no reason to keep living.
I couldn’t feel love.
I wasn’t afraid of dying.
I had plans and didn’t care if they worked or not.
Didn’t care what was left behind.
Didn’t care what mess was left to clean up.
I can’t remember a depressive episode like that before. I’ve had dark times where I felt like there was nothing, but there was still a feeling of dread within the nothing, I was still sad. This time, there was just
I could tell that Wonder Woman was scared, but I couldn’t feel it.
I knew, somewhere, that I had to care, that there was a reason to care. I knew logically that she loved me, and I knew I logically that I loved her, but I couldn’t feel the emotion called love, I couldn’t recall ever feeling it, or what it might have felt like.
Maybe death would make me feel something.
Maybe sliding out of the car door and rolling down the highway would make me feel something.
Maybe sliding a knife across my skin would make me feel something.
Could anything make me feel something?
I knew that was a dangerous place for me to be, possibly the most dangerous place for me to be.
I didn’t care if I died, didn’t care that I was suicidal.
I got an extra appointment with my therapist. She asked that I not be alone for the weekend, asked that I get myself to the gym, stay busy, push myself to keep going until I saw her again, until I saw the doctor.
And now the weekend has passed.
Things aren’t so empty now.
I can see color again.
I see the world again.
I can feel fear again.
I feel love again.
I smile again.
I’m not sure what made me hold on through the absence of feeling. I’m not quite sure how I managed to reach out to others when I couldn’t even stay connected with myself. But I’m glad I did.
I’m glad I’m still here.
I hope I never experience that again.
Feeling depressed is better than not feeling at all.