Emptiness is one of the harder things to describe because it's not the presence of a bad feeling — it's the absence. The flatness. The sense that things that should matter don't quite seem to, that experiences pass through without landing, that the interior has become very quiet in a way that doesn't feel like peace.

It's different from sadness, different from depression — though they can coexist. It's specifically the quality of not being able to feel what you're supposed to feel about the things that should mean something.

Anonymous thoughts about emptiness posted here are the honest account of that experience. From people who know exactly what you mean when you describe it.