I went to my therapy appointment yesterday. By all accounts it went well, yet still I feel despair.
My therapist asked me if I ever wished that I didn’t wake up, and I told her that I wish that every day. I asked God yesterday why he would make me this way? I am starting to believe that he isn’t listening, because he doesn’t exist. That’s fine. I’m at peace with that.
I used to be terrified at the prospect of no afterlife, but something has changed in me, and now that is my biggest wish.