I am so low I can feel it in my brain.

It is slowed down, feels like there is no stimuli in there.

I have no goals. Zero motivation.

At 27, I have pretty much given up on life.

The only time I feel alive is for about 20 minutes when I force myself to get out of bed and enjoy some coffee.

I miss feeling Alive.

It feels like my mind has escaped me, it is floating somewhere in space.

I am a shell of my former self.

To my family I am well. Because I am not manic, therefore I am well.

I feel pathetic. Wasted talent.

I miss the friends I once had.
The love I once shared.

Its all gone, and the worst part is I did this to myself.

Where are the millions of Americans that lead a fulfilling successful life with mental illness? I don't see them I dont know any of them.