For the past few years my mental health was like a ship drifting on the ocean. Once on top once on bottom. But it was alright since I felt I was on steady ground.
But lately I don’t really reach the top of the waves. I lost interest in the things that bought me joy, and I feel like I’m not actually living, only surviving. I can’t find the strenght to actually be productive or to answere to texts and such. I feel like I’m drowning and the temptation to give up is stronger every day.
My mother tongue is not english so forgive me for the strange metaphors.
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