So I woke up this morning, hating that I woke up. I’m so close to finishing the something I’ve worked for 7 months on (school) and I’m not in the right frame of mind to want to be there. I can’t find happiness anywhere. Nothing has made me feel better, whether it be talking about it, getting out of the house, working out. I just don’t get life.
This is something I’ve dealt with from childhood and throughout my adulthood. Thoughts of suicide, jealousy, anger, bitterness, but it’s worse now more than ever. I literally have nothing to be proud of.
I understand that there’s no correct answer to “what’s the purpose of life”. No one knows it, it’s found. There’s also the “give me a reason to live”.
There’s always the “take it one day at a time approach.”
I don’t know what to do at this point. Therapy helped somewhat, but I can’t afford it. Medication has gotten my body dependent on it and I can barely afford it either. Since my childhood, I’ve missed out on so many opportunities in life. I still do to this day. My anxiety and depression are at an all time high, where I feel like there’s no point anymore. There’s no passion or desire. I’ve tried positive thinking, positive affirmations, none of them work for me.
Like I said, I don’t know what to do at this point. I hope I’ve refrained from using foul language and I apologize for the “rant”... I honestly can’t remember everything I just typed. I just know the the Suicide hotline really does nothing for me either.