Immured wrote:
Being depressed and suicidal so long seems to have seriously impaired the few things that I valued about myself--my intellect, creativity, curiosity. I even destroyed many of my works in preparation of dying, and barely have anything now to remind me of how I did them. I suppose these things do not need to be of value to me, but I don't really have anything else to replace them. So I live as some kind of worthless remnant of a being that should have been dust a long time ago. It makes me ashamed to exist.
I don't know what to do or how to gather the will to do it. The worst part is that I cannot even make myself care.
your intelligence is still there, so is your creativity, as is your curiosity. All that is happened is that you don't need them right now.
What you need to to discover is the baser reasons to live. That which gives your intelligence, your creativity and your curiosity meaning. Whatever that is for you. You need to discover it.
And when you discover it you'll see why you should never be ashamed to exist. Never accept an unearned guilt.