This isn’t a case of feeling sad. This isn’t sadness at all. Not melancholia, nor despair—it’s an absence of feels.
I get why you’d think that. There’s no smiles or laughing. Interaction is at a minimum. From the outside, it looks like sadness, or perhaps regret. There’s a lot of sighing.
But it’s just blankness. Nothing registers. Not much you can do about it now. Just gotta get through it. Wait for the brain chemicals to come back, wait for things to start functioning again.
But how am I gonna do that? I can’t really talk to people. Not like this. Can’t read. TV is too hard. Even video games are pushing it.
Nope. There’s only one way forward.
I’m gonna sit very still and stare the hell out of some walls, ya’ll.