Depression or Existential Crisis? 

Every day I questioned why I was alive, why I existed and what my purpose was on earth. I tried to find meaning in everything, in my actions, in my words, in other people’s words, in my breath, in my being itself. Life became a big mush of nothingness to the point of no feeling. I was a zombie; felt nothing, cared about nothing and was neither here nor there. If I felt nothing, what was the point in carrying[Read more]