I've felt like you. Eating, breathing, thinking, living was too much effort and I didn't have the energy for it at all. I didn't want to kill myself. I just didn't want to breathe anymore. It was too hard. Too much effort. The days were long and tedious. Each new day was a feat. Just to exist was too much effort for me. I'm still in darkness. But now I see a small pin light in the distance. I think it's hope.

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