Baskadia

The Abyss

It was a typical Monday morning, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the world was going about its business as usual. But for John, it was just another day in the abyss. He stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling a heavy weight on his chest. He couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness and despair that had consumed him for the past few months. He didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to face another day of the same monotonous routine. He wished he could just disappear, wished he could end it all.

The thought of suicide had crossed his mind more and more frequently in recent weeks. It was a constant companion, a seductive whisper in his ear, tempting him with the promise of escape. He knew it was a dangerous thought, knew he should seek help, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to burden anyone with his problems, didn't want to be a burden on society.

John had always been a hard worker, a dedicated father and husband, but in recent months, he had lost all sense of purpose. He had lost his job, his wife had left him, and he was struggling to make ends meet. He felt like a failure, like he had let everyone down. He couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't deserve to live.

He lay in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, letting the thoughts consume him. He knew he needed to get up, needed to start his day, but he couldn't find the energy or the will. He felt like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of hopelessness and despair. He didn't know how to escape it, didn't know how to find a way out of the abyss.

Finally, with a heavy heart, he dragged himself out of bed, knowing that another day had begun, and that he had to face it, but with the thought of suicide always at the back of his mind, he didn't know if he had the strength to make it through.