Dear Jed,
I'm going completely mental, not in a good way. My mood is swinging on an hourly basis. Maniac depression minus the mania. Severe depression, a kind I haven't experienced before. Wounds upon wounds upon wounds.
And at the same time I realized, that the reason that I ascribe to my being depressed was actually always true.
College, Jed, was a huge distraction. More than 7 years of doing nothing. I was there, and other students, and we spent each day of those years, fooling ourselves that we were doing something worthwhile. In fact, we were literally doing nothing. Now that the degree is obtained, I know what a worthless bauble we were dedicating our time to.
And now, everyone is looking for jobs. I can see how it is going to end up there too. The job would be another comfortable nest. It will cure my depression, the worthlessness I feel sitting at home. But that's about it.
I face another dilemma. When I know I wish to die, I remember all my family members. They deserve better than that. I HATE this life. I HATE this world, but I cannot willingly kill myself, for that reason: the members of my family. Expecting death, makes me feel guilty. Guilty of not being hopeful or ambitious and starry eyed. I'm none of those, but I pretend to be.
On the bright side, yesterday, I slept on time(about 11 PM) after many years. There wasn't any guilt there.
Thanks,
Huzefa