Warning: brief reference to feeling suicidal, discussions of pointlessness, grief, mental health, existentential dread, and all the things that make up the general sh**ty state of the world.
Things have been tough for me, lately.
When you lose someone you love... it's damned hard.
Everything feels pointless - if that can happen to them, then what is the point of anything?
What's the point of writing a blogpost? What's the point of writing anything?
And since my purpose in this life is to read and to write... if I can't find the point of that, then what's the point of me?
(...I'm actually an optimist, if you can believe that. I just have mental health issues, and have been through some tough sh**.)