It seems to me like I tick every box. I'm always exhausted, I don't sleep because of nightmares or the fact that as soon as my head hits the pillow *I'm not tired*, I don't do what I used to do all the time because I don't enjoy it anymore, it's become boring and pointless to me.
I see no point in *doing* anything anymore. I see life as a repetitive cycle towards the same inevitable end. Wow, that sounds so deep but it's not. It's the simplest of concepts I feel like I am the only one to have grabbed the concept properly! I often wonder why no one else has seen this, has seen the fact that we die.
My life is pointless. But I don't wanna die. I wanna stay alive and see if people in their 40's are actually enlightened as to what the "point" is, or just as ignorant as the 17 year olds I hang about with now.
The main reason I'm bothered about this is that it's starting to affect my family. I often snap at my mother and father for no reason, just because I'm so irritable. Often I get so wound up that any noise, any contact, ANYTHING can make me snap and I'll scream and go upstairs and cry. I'm not just being a stubborn teenager and being in a mood though, I've done all that. The noise, the touch of someone else actually physically grates at my being. I feel uneasy just THINKING about it. Ergh.
Anyway do you think I'm depressed or do I just think about stuff too much and need to get a life?
Be brutally honest.