World is an absolute shit show with no signs of improving, personal life just keeps turning upside down, everything makes me terminally tired. I am trying to remain positive and be a positive force for others. I do stuff to make me feel better, like art, take walks, talk to a therapist, grow plants, community work - and I do manage to squeeze a tiny happiness out of my activities but it doesn’t seem to be worth the effort. I try to connect with people and quite a few people actually seem to like me but socializing makes me feel exhausted. I catch myself thinking “Let the fucking war arrive and burn it all down” and that’s terrifying stuff to carry in one’s own head. I just feel I’m part of the overpopulation and that there’s no point of existing.

I have a kid and don’t want them to be sad because their crazy parent offed themselves and that’s all that keeps me going.

Those of you feeling like this: what keeps you going?

EDIT: Wow, this has been quite a day. Thanks for your answers and advice, it was so far the darkest day I found on my path and you really helped me through it! I’d like to send a virtual hug to all, especially those who seem to be struggling as much as I do and who stay around for the sake of their loved ones, or simply out of spite and anger. The heavy tension-inducing weather that was been brewing here all morning finally unloaded into an impressive thunderstorm with bucket loads of rain, and then a friend arrived telling me she was feeling quite the same way (the weather clearly didn’t help today!), and she inspired me to host a meeting I wanted to do since a long time, so I finally set up a date for it and announced it. So here we go again, despite or with the rage, the spite, the heavy heart. See you tomorrow, hopefully with some sun to try that ‘baking cookies in my car’ thing I just found in the shitposting community. At least there will be cookies to go with the doom tomorrow!

  • Mister Neon@lemmy.world
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    Hate. Hate for the world. Hate for myself. I’ve seen my reflection in the obsidian mirror. If Tezcatlipoca was real I would live for the laughter he must have at my expense for my misery. Tezcatlipoca isn’t real and I hate that.

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        If he is real then he is dead. If he is not dead then he exists like a reflection in a mirror exists. If he is more than a reflection then he hates me.

        I hate the world. I’m the son of a junkie. I’m old without a family of my own. I’ve lived my life having to kowtow to the privileged and imbecilic to earn table scraps. Now I go hungry because such people lead my nation and have ripped the last scraps of providence from my grasp. I am wretched.

        Hate is the core of my being. Without it I’m as hollow as a ghost.

        I hate therefore I live.