22, no friends, no relationship. Working 10h/day and still miserable.
I work 10–11 hours a day, mostly in a low‑entry job. People like me. I know how to be funny, how to be the “chill guy” in the room. But when I get home and the door closes, I’m just lonely and exhausted.
At 15 I moved abroad with my mom and her boyfriend. I basically wasted two years there, came back with no school, no plan, nothing. I barely passed classes just to have some kind of education. Around the same time, my dad, who I barely knew, died of cancer a few months after I asked him for child support at 18. I had this idea that maybe I could use that money to study and build something, but that fell apart too. Family stuff was rough; I learned early not to show weakness.
I’m the “fun, sharp” guy who talks a lot and makes jokes, but I’m closed off. I can’t be who I pretend to be, and it’s draining. I work long hours just to afford basics and try to catch up on things I “should” already have: license, car, some kind of future. I finally have my own money and can afford things, but I’m still miserable.
I grab any chance to go out because being alone is worse. I have one friend I see outside work, and a few people I meet once every few months. That’s it. I’ve never been in a relationship. I sometimes lie about it, because I’m ashamed that at 22, some 15‑year‑olds probably have richer social lives and better memories than me.
Most people I work with are studying, building something for the future. I’m stuck in a low‑entry job with no real prospects. Studying while working feels impossible for me. After 10‑hour shifts my social battery is completely dead. All I can do is play games, watch something, or lie in bed.
I was diagnosed with ADHD a while ago. It explained a lot: the random rambling, feeling drained by the end of the day, school and routines being nearly impossible, my brain treating anything “not interesting” as unfocusable. I’m extremely self‑critical and beat myself up all the time, but I’m starting to understand that a lot of this isn’t just “me being lazy”.
I’ve tried therapy and SSRIs. They help a bit, but I don’t want to depend on meds; without them I feel completely broken. I don’t see a realistic path to a “normal” life: a partner, stability, something that feels like mine.
Right now I’m a 22‑year‑old with no driver’s license, no car, working 10h/day to try to make up for everything I missed. I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve never really felt important to anyone. I’m always the third person, the extra friend, the optional one.
People who know me wouldn’t believe how my life actually looks if I told them. I can’t share too much, because then I get pity, and I don’t want to be seen as a victim. The more time I spend with people, the more I realize how much I don’t fit in. Despite all the work I’ve put in, I don’t feel better. The same sadness, loneliness, and need to be alone are still there.
I don’t even know what I’m looking for here. Maybe just to say this out loud somewhere. Maybe to hear that I’m not the only one who feels like this at 22, working all the time and still feeling permanently behind everyone else. Maybe to get some perspective on how people with similar backgrounds built something that feels like a real life.