One of those days... weeks... lives...

I haven't gotten out of bed or done anything in days (except for the
essentials). I have an almost constant pain in my chest. Everything feels
hopeless and bleak. Nothing seems to matter anymore and my life feels
completely out of my control. I can only seem to motivate myself to get out
of the house for self destructive ends. This is far from the first time I've
been like this and I don't know what to do. I just don't see a satisfactory
way out of my current situation. I wish it would end...

but at least I wrote it out and had fun with smilies...

*hugs* I've been somewhere ike you are now, im sorry no fun
What is the pain in your chest?
Are you talking to anyone about all this outside of psychc entraL?
*loads of hugs*

(((((((((((( figuring_it_out )))))))))))))))
I know that situation all to well. Are you seeing a T? going to t and socializing here has really helped me through some tough times.

Anxiety, I think...

I was seeing a T. It helped for a while but it doesn't anymore. Maybe I'll try again, but I have lost confidence in the process.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Now I understand with anxiety. At least it's something that can go away, although I know that's probably not much help right this second. The process seems futile, but at the same time... I haven't gone to a meeting for longer than normal. In that space I've realized that at the very least it's helped me to talk about my problems, accept them myself and... I dunno, at the very least... it's something to try.
So maybe try the T again, or even a different one

Lots of hugs, hope you feel better

I am thinking about trying again. I'm not sure what I should do now...

It seems like therapy has no real solutions to offer, but maybe that's just a result of my pessimistic outlook.

I think I just miss believing that there a set of solutions that would satisfy me. I miss believing that there are worthwhile activities that I can pursue. I miss the belief that I have the potential to do what I want and to be what I want. I don't feel like I have lost everything, I've just come to realize that I never had anything to begin with.

I guess I just don't know what to do and I am completely out of ideas.

Sorry if this is depressing, I am just tired of feeling trapped.

sounds familiar.
Every time I feel like there's nothing that can make me better though, later I come through just a little bit and am like... wait... erm I didn't try this *try*
I'm still looking for what makes things much better, but if it's worth anything, depression does blind us to the things that can help us best.

that's part of how horrible it all is, don't give up.