We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
TS Elliot knew a thing or two about misery and isolation. Part of being human, even a sober human, involves feeling dark feelings at times. Chemicals make that occasional human experience into a daily way of being. The path to feeling better involves taking control of your life.
Maybe you could make a list of the things you'd like to change and pick just one to work on. Maybe you should consider letting others solve their own problems and working on yourself.
