I am frustrated with life.
So many responsibilities to worry about: work, kids, my wife, our health, our home, our finances: the burden is real and the pressure mounts and mounts, it’s inescapable. My brain is like some storm of endless chaos, churning over and over. All I want to do is scream, but that’s obviously futile. So instead it’s all bottled up, like I’m in some kind of spacesuit, alone in a personal void.
I tried drawing my feelings:
…and for a time that helped I think, but the inevitable happened and it wasn’t long before I was feeling like some lonely astronaut spinning out of control through some personal void: a voidstronaut, if you will.
I’m not sure at this point if there is much in the way of hope for me. I have appointments scheduled with my psychiatrist and my therapist next week, but until then I am doing my best to survive and get by.
And I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, tethered in the Void.
A traveler lost through dimensions, the Voidstronaut has found their way into the Depression Dungeon via an alternate means; by crossing through the Plane of Depression from somewhere else. It could be another time, or another reality, but wherever it is it is alien to the dungeon of depression and the reality that place inhabits.
Human sized, though very bulky because of the strange suit their wear, the Voidstronaut meanders through the dungeon, studying and analazying as they go with no rhyme or reason to their actions. Their helmet is a swirling mass of black “noise”, a reflection of the chaos they have witnessed in their travels.
Although harmless, the Voidstronaut can get in the way, and will defend itself if attacked. Gazing directly at its helmet can cause sanity loss (or wisdom loss of sanity isn’t used), due to the vast amounts of negative information stored in the swirling noise.