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Originally Posted by sickofscreaming
I wasn't exactly sure where to post this, but I just need to write down some thoughts. I'm in a bit of an existential crisis right now and... I don't even know how to explain it. In my lifetime, I'm supposed to go to school, get a job, and retire. That's it. I'm just a robot with a voice that will never be heard. I guess the thing that makes me really think about this is the fact that the other day, I realized that I'm not free, I'm just lost. And because I've had mental illnesses my whole life, I never really had a personality. All of those things I used to like were just desperate distractions. I'm just a shell.
Alright. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
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The fact that you are capable of such introspection and aware of your existence imply that you are more than a shell. That you exist. There was a time in my life when I was 25 I questioned my existence, my reason for being. I misunderstood this inquiry to be a desire to not exist. But it wasn't. It was the beginning of my realizing that my life is not a destination. It's a journey. And with some luck over time I will learn and be better for having lived my life.