An overwhelming sadness that doesn’t seem to have an end. It’s not depression. It’s worse. A sense of indifference that’s all pervading. I can’t feel a sense of joy. I’m anxious for no reason. Is it because the people around me are fearful about their families and the deaths that are happening? Or is my mind playing tricks? I need to vent out my feelings loud. I talk to my friends and time seems good, as it would be before COVID times. Once the call ends, I get gloomy. No amount of browsing or watching YT videos are of any help. I feel lonely even when I am around people, people who are my dear friends, who support me morally and emotionally. Things are looking bleak. I’ve become like a headless chicken trying to find a way where nothing is seen. Talking helps but only temporarily. What is the solution? On the outside, I am a strong person. People depend on me. On the inside, there’s this devil that slowly gnawing at my soul. I don’t want to just exist. I want to live. I want to experience the miracle of life. It just isn’t happening. Everyday I pray for happiness. It’s becoming more and more elusive. Am I not thinking the right way? What is the right way of thinking and living?
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