This is a depressing thought so it might be best not to read it.

Last December I was reading a book when I came across the following quote: "I'm scared to die. Everything is temporary, and this fact hurts me. It hurts me a lot." At first I tried to brush it off, but it really bothered me. Eventually I became obsessed with death and it terrified me. I wanted to make the most of every moment I had alive. Later I began to question what the point of being alive was. Life doesn't seem to matter. You're born, you do stuff, you die. For what? It doesn't make any sense to me. I sometimes think that it would have been better if nothing ever existed. Existence seems like a curse.

I used to be relatively happy and I looked forward to the future but not anymore. I don't care about anything now. I have become emotionally numb. I can't function. I used to adore my family and now I can't feel anything for them. I'm hardly able to eat anything. Everything I used to enjoy is now meaningless and I get no pleasure from it. I don't know how anyone goes about life with purpose. To me it seems like it has no purpose at all. Even if you make a positive difference in the world what does it matter? Life is still just as pointless.

I could really use some help. Is there any hope for me?