That Numb Feeling That Might Be Depression or Might Just Be Life
Everything is fine and also nothing is fine and somehow both of these things are true at the same time. The life that exists is the life that was supposed to be wanted and it’s here and the feeling about it is completely absent. Whether that’s clinical or whether that’s just accuracy is unknowable.
Waking
up and going through the day and going to bed happens the same way it happened
yesterday and will happen tomorrow. The routine is established and working and
the person inside it is completely disconnected from it. Everything gets done
without any enthusiasm or resistance, just the steady motion of time passing
while someone watches it pass.
Other
people seem to feel things about their lives and that seems normal and fine and
some people also seem to feel nothing and that seems normal too. It’s unclear
which version is the default and which version is broken. Maybe everyone feels
nothing and just talks about it differently. Maybe everyone feels everything
and this person just has a problem with the feeling apparatus. There’s no way
to know.
The
things that are supposed to help don’t seem to be helping or maybe nothing is
supposed to help and the idea that something could help is just false hope
people sell each other. Doing the recommended things produces no shift in the
flatness. Resting produces nothing. Engaging produces nothing. Trying produces
nothing. The world stays exactly as uninteresting as it was before the trying.
Sleep
is the only time the existence stops requiring effort. Waking is when the effort
begins again. The day has to be gotten through and it gets gotten through
because stopping isn’t an option. The stopping would create problems so the
going continues even when going has no purpose that can be felt.
Describing
this to anyone lands wrong no matter how it’s phrased. Saying nothing feels
good sounds like depression to some people and like honesty to others. Saying
life feels pointless sounds like a crisis to some and like philosophy to
others. There’s no way to say what’s actually happening that lands as true to
the person saying it and gets received as matching what’s actually happening.
The
waiting to see if this changes happens alongside the wondering whether changing
anything would matter. If things improved, would they feel like improvement or
would they just feel like different flatness? If nothing changed, would that be
tragic or would it just be more of the same? The questions don’t have answers
that create clarity.
Time
passes and the numbness remains consistent. Weeks go by without anything
landing as important or meaningful or even particularly unpleasant. Things just
happen and then are over and then other things happen. The days accumulate
without leaving marks.
Comments
Post a Comment