I got sick for a really long time.
Completely isolated myself from my socials. I don't have family. I don't have any irl friends. I just have my cats.
I've been struggling with finding a purpose with my life. Mostly end up bedrotting.
I've stopped making art. Quit my job.
I spend everyday with agoraphobia inside the apartment. Sometimes it's so bad I can't even leave my room.
Last night I ubered to a hospital where I'm being kept in a room.
I've been so starved for human interaction that I wanted to cry that someone acknowledged I existed. It was jarring. I go months without seeing another person.
Part of me didn't see the point of prolonging my chances of survival. Part of me still wants to live. But I'm burnt out. Most interactions are transactional and I have nothing left to give.