I fucking lost my Seroquel and Lexapro. I’m only gonna be missing two days’ worth of doses, but I’m still scared shitless. How bad are the withdrawals gonna be? Am I gonna have another psychotic break?

>raised religious, thought life had a plot
>faith collapsed, now the universe looks like a dumb meat-grinder
>billions dead already, billions next, no payoff or judge
>can’t dump this on family—either I wreck their faith or they ditch me
anyone else crawl through this?

>if there is no God, if there is no Judgement Day, if there is no divine justice after death, then there is ultimately no reason to care about anything at all
for some men, this realization makes them want to indulge in life and pleasure, and to live like a hedonistic animal. for some, it makes them lose the will to live at all, in the knowledge that even pleasure is meaningless. i find myself looking at the people around me as animals fighting for a spot on the social hierarchy. women just seem like either animals in heat trying to get pregnant, or weaklings seeking protection in groups and from men. everything has suddenly become unholy.

any /lit/ on this loss of faith? how does one justify living when living is meaningless?
drop books/thinkers (no Camus) or ways to keep going without pretending