I’ve had issues with my mental health for a while. It’s recently gotten worse. I’ve been completely randomly breaking down in tears, having those thoughts again. I just turned 22. I have no goals, no aspirations, no passions. I suck at everything I put my mind to.
Idk what I want to be or what career choice to pursue nor would I have the motivation to go after it anyways. Completely polar opposite of the “friends” I had from school. They are all getting cars, girlfriends, their looking to start settling down, and I’m here. Existing.
It’s almost like with every breath I take, I disappoint the ones around me and myself. If I’m not gonna bother making my life better, what’s the point of being here? Wasting oxygen that could be used for something actually useful.
I want to be better. I just feel I can’t in the condition I’m in right now. I’m a mess. All the people I thought were friends dont puck up the phone. Family thinks depression and anxiety is just a “mindset” thing so that won’t go anywhere. I’ve never felt so alone. And considering I need to make a stupid ass reddit post just to seek comfort only fortified that feeling.