I’ve recently come back from holiday, and I’m back home. I feel nothing. It’s interesting because I’ve slowed down a lot and tried not to run as fast as I did in the past in trying to keep up with everything else. But now I feel nothing, I have nothing to share and open with anyone, nothing that I want to anyway, and feel as if I’m existing as a vessel. I have loving people around me and still feel nothing. It’s the thing that I’ve always been afraid of and now I’m face to face with it and I can’t run away anymore. It hurts, that I feel no purpose towards anything, and I really don’t know if I did. I feel as if all my friendships consisted of me listening to the other person rather than being able to share my thoughts, and now my thoughts are really jumbled.
The holiday made me slow down and soak things up more, and I’m trying to seek time of slowing down and doing nothing. But I’m scared that by doing that, the thing I’ve been chasing most of my life (wanting to feel connected and feel meaning to life) will completely disappear and I’ll lose myself entirely. I really want to genuinely feel, but I can’t genuinely generate that feel.