I am going through the same thing, and I find that having a hobby I can share with friends really helps. It doesn't fix anything, or make problems go away, but it lets me take my mind off worrying about everything and actually enjoy myself for once. And sometimes that's all I need to keep trudging along.

*hugs and sends you lots of love*

I embraced the void myself. That part of me that wanted to die, that felt nothing, that had its hands pressing down on my throat, choking me, killing me, I made it a part of myself. Instead of fearing the emptiness inside of me, I joined with it. What followed was a complete breakdown of my ability to feel emotion, a violent increase in my sex drive, a drop in sentiement, an rise in somewhat coldhearted logic, a complete reformatting of my personality. Basically, the person who I was before all this began? I don't know that guy. I don't know the little fat kid who loved games and could drink six litres of diet coke in a day. The person who I was is completely dead. The persons who I am, well... It's not exactly great, but I'm alive ain't I?

I doubt it'll work for you, my entire personality is divided into several pieces and I'm not entirely sure if I even know all of them yet, but my point is that sometimes you shouldn't be afraid of the void. It's not actually something that harms you, you do that yourself. The void is merely more a warning, your body telling you you're missing a piece.

Last year, my depression cleared up and I could breath for the first time in years. Literally like a weight was taken off my chest. My method is high risk, a complete mental reset so you can start again. It worked. If a miserable old cunt like me can feel good again, a charming young madam like yourself should be able to too.

I can't say I understand all you feel, just that I support you and I'm always here for anything you need *hugs*