It feels like I've lost something. A part of me I can't connect with anymore. Somehow nothing feels real and I'm on autopilot. I concern myself with superficial things. I don't really connect with friends or my therapist. It feels as if they've all gone but they haven't. I have. I don't know what's happening. I'm here, but I'm not. I want to go home, if that makes any sense. I'm done now. I'm so lonely without that other part. The emptiness is overwhelming but I'm not part of it. I'd rather just be one with it. Sorry for rambling. I can't take it anymore.