
Originally Posted by
legend4lyf
I look at people and constantly questioning their existence, their mind, their experiences, their feelings, everything... I find it hard to listen to what they say, and respond coherently. My mind is somewhere else asking if they even exist, psychologically.
But then I look at myself and realize I'm not any different to them. I was born just like everyone else because two people had sex (my parents) and was once a child who didn't know anything. How could I be making all of this up?
But then, it's still not enough because my mind asks, how do I know for sure that I was born and delivered from another person's body? What if that never happened? Etc.
Yeah, it's driving me nuts. I would appreciate the help guys. I'm just not in a very good place right. Everything is turned to shit. And I don't have the drive to do anything anymore. Bedridden, wondering whether anyone exists outside my room's door.