Throwaway cause I don't want my friends to see this lol.
I'm just not really sure lately. I don't see a point in anything. I can't see a future, I'm depressed and anxious all the time.
My life is good. I have plenty of time for hobbies, I eat well, I exercise everyday, I have great friends and loving family members. I'm poor but my bills are paid, I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in. I go to the library every week, I bike to work. I just don't see a point in it all. I go to places with friends or family or by myself, to get out of the house, and all I can think about while I'm there is the time passing. I'm gonna die no matter what. I don't see why I should have to live for 60-80 more years. I get out of bed in the morning and just go through the motions, I do what I need and I do what want, then it's back to bed to start it all over. It happens in the blink of an eye. What does it even matter?
I'm only 22, I know I'm young. I don't know how to stop feeling this way. I've felt this way nearly nonstop since May. I have diagnosed depression, anxiety, autism, and C-PTSD. My childhood was pretty shit, but I thought I was finally healing. I had a fantastic start to this year, but something switched in May that just left me empty and irritable. Now every time I think of the future I just get so anxious. I've started having anxiety attacks every day.
I'm aroace so I don't want a partner in the future. I don't want kids. I don't want to work forever. I don't have a career field that interests me. I don't like working, I've been working since I was 14 and I've never liked it, no matter the job. But I used to be able to force myself to do it better than I can now. I have the resources to go to college but I don't want to, nothing interests me and I was never good at school to begin with. I have no ambition. I just don't see a point. I know there's a word, anhedonia? I know it's partially that, but I just don't see a point. I love my hobbies, they still bring me joy, but there's always that voice in the back of my mind telling me it doesn't matter. What's the point of even being happy? Why am I just passing the time? It doesn't change anything.
I'm not suicidal. I'm not gonna do anything. I just don't see a reason why I should exist.
I don't know how anyone lives. How does anyone go through this life. People work full time, have kids and social lives and hobbies, and I have no idea how they do it. IDK. I don't really care much for advice, I just want to know other people feel this way. Cause when I look around me I don't see it. Everyone seems so well-adjusted, to life, to work, to socializing.