M. 34. Unfortunately I will never get companionship, never being with a woman, so that means no kids, until recently i was doing a miserable job, now I’m unemployed. I don’t have friends and still living with my family since I can’t survive alone, we’re low class…

Seriously, what’s the point? Please don’t tell me to just live and go out there and explore the world, to leave everything behind, that’s not possible. I always despised “exploring” that’s why I stay in my room most of the time, even when I had a job. But I know how some of you will respond…

I guess there’s no point. Someone had to lose this fucking game.

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    5 months ago

    That’s your choice. Just don’t expect others to change your life for you.

    And if it helps. I went through that cycle more than a few times. Put effort in, get nothing back then give up, and slip further. Even now, it’s a constant battle. I know where I will end up if I falter however, so I keep my foundations strong, even when the depression tells me it’s not worth the effort. Those anchors make it possible to pull myself back out of that pit of despair.

    Oh, and yes the initial climb out is exhausting, rewardless and terrifying. I fully understand why you don’t want to try again. I’m just saying that the climb isn’t infinite, and there’s firm footing further up.

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        5 months ago

        Nothing is destined, the past is fixed, the present is happening, but the future is still ours to define.

        Don’t get me wrong, it fucking hard to even start clawing your way out. Even worse, you won’t see any benefits at first. Even just taking the first steps seem terrifying and hopeless.

        I’ve been in that hole, I still have that voice in the back of my head. There are 2 ways out, only 1 offers the possibility of happy moments.

        I personally decided (eventually) to say fuck it, and plough forward till I made it or it killed me. I had to go way past where I thought my limits were. But the voice was wrong, I was (and am) far more capable than it told me.

        If you want some advice on mental control techniques, I’ve a few that might help. I’d be happy to share if you want.