I have many moments like this when the protagonist talks about the strangeness of her situation. Am I over-explaining or being condescending to the reader's intelligence? I like saying, "You know what. I'm going to tell you directly how strange this is in case you didn't get it"?
Or should I just leave it?
I let out a sigh. So that was it. Back to Prescription 101. I was so unmotivated, though, that even suicide seemed like a tedious and burdensome task. Imagine that. Not even having the motivation to kill yourself. I decided to postpone it for next week.
And another example:
Again, I couldn’t sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, the image of the planets came to my head; three silent giants moving closer and closer to the Earth. How did this happen? Only a few hours ago Markus and I had been in a trip. Now we were dealing with an oncoming apocalypse.