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I don't know why.

It always starts slowly at first, but it is so persistent and powerful and creeping and insidious that it actually begins to manifest through my very perception of reality.

It feels like the darkness is encroaching.

Like the days aren't as long as they used to be.

Like life isn't as warm as it used to be.

Sometimes the feeling is so powerful and feels so physical that I actually start to shiver out of depression and the only thing that can make me feel better is getting under a blanket and turning on the heater.

I know it's all in my head, but it feels real.

Maybe I'm just going mad.

Anyone else ever feel this way?

I don't know why. It always starts slowly at first, but it is so persistent and powerful and creeping and insidious that it actually begins to manifest through my very perception of reality. It feels like the darkness is encroaching. Like the days aren't as long as they used to be. Like life isn't as warm as it used to be. Sometimes the feeling is so powerful and feels so physical that I actually start to shiver out of depression and the only thing that can make me feel better is getting under a blanket and turning on the heater. I know it's all in my head, but it feels real. Maybe I'm just going mad. Anyone else ever feel this way?

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[–] • 2 pts

The mornings are always the worst.

That feeling when I first wake up.

I wake up in bed, and I don't want to leave. I just want to go back to sleep, and dream. I want to dream forever. It's not like I want to die.

It's just like I'm more comfortable in the confines of my own mind than I am in the external world.

This world is so sad and so fallen and so full of shit.

And my mind is so limitless and creative and full of memories and thoughts and love and horror that I would rather live in there.

But eventually I get up anyway, and go along with my day.

But I am never depressed in my dreams. Sometimes I am terrified, or hopeful, or as happy as could be.

But never depressed.

So that bed calls to me. That bed asks me to lay in it. And that bed never wants me to get up.

[–] • 3 pts

has the weather cooled where you are? not wanting to get out of bed I attribute to the change in air temp - put a space heater by the bed so the new day can welcome you with a blanket of warmth!

[–] • 0 pt

Naw it is actually quite warm tonight.

[–] [deleted] • 3 pts

. I just want to go back to sleep, and dream. I want to dream forever

i get that way too, i think its because you dont feel the stress. its kinda why i hate drinking so much, you dont really dream. I get the most vivid dreams when sober if i can sleep.

I cant stop thinking as i also have anxiety issues, the booze does nothing to help that. plus ya get over emotional etc, but hey, i can fall asleep.

But I am never depressed in my dreams.

I have, it sucks i usually wake up at that point.

look, im backing off a bit on this conversation i dont want to get more personal publicly. But yeah man, like I said if ya want shoot me a pm

ya not alone dude