Lifeless. Dull. Dead. Dying. Swamped.
These are all words that can describe me right now. Some literally, some not so literally.
I am lifeless because of depression. I am dull because of depression. I seem dead because of depression. I am dying because of a degenerative condition. I am swamped by depression.
If I was a colour, I’d be grey or black. No swirls, just an infinite colour.
I have no purpose, I have no life under my control.
I have no ‘me’ left.