At times my life was falling apart,
losing interest over and over.
Anhedonia as a Führer,
leading me nowhere.
I saw visions of myself with a slipknot on my neck,
no longer afraid of death
death feels less painful than life.
Some days I had no one on my side.
I was afraid to sleep,
thinking I might not wake up.
Awful January.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
At times my life was falling apart,
losing interest over and over.
Anhedonia as a Führer,
leading me nowhere.
I saw visions of myself with a slipknot on my neck,
no longer afraid of death
death feels less painful than life.
Some days I had no one on my side.
I was afraid to sleep,
thinking I might not wake up.
Awful January.
This month had my mental health In abyss.
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