They always say the ones who are suffering the most will always appear the happiest, and I’ve always agreed and acknowledged that, but I never really thought I was one of those guys.
For context, I’m 28, British, a dad to a 3yo boy and living with my partner + son.
I’m out of money, no job due to family being very dependent, makes it difficult I suppose.
My partner just complains all the time, about anything and everything, somethings always a problem, and if I ever do something wrong or not quite right then she’ll flame me about it.
My dad died in 2016, before I got chance to go see him in hospital, and I hate myself for it every day.
Sometimes I just feel lost. Empty, I have a burning desire to just cry but, I can’t. Spent a lot of my childhood crying so, I don’t really.
I have one friend, who I game with twice a week maybe, other than that it’s chores, and bed.
You ever see a deflated hazmat suit? That’s how I feel. Idk. I dno if I’m depressed but, I’m just exhausted from the empty feeling.
Keep well.
FYI I’m not having bad thoughts, I love my son, and partner, life is precious.