I will never be able to function in this awful society.
I work 30 hours a week. My parents pay my rent. It's pathetic. My younger brother is living my dream job. The dream job I've had since I was 9 years old. I'm an overweight introverted minimum wage worker. Lately I've been accepting more and more how much I can't handle working. I have zero motivation to get healthier nor pursue my passions nor date anyone because I just dont care. I cannot bring myself to care. I'm lonely but I dont enjoy socializing. I hate the way I look but I have horrific problems with executing dysfunction and just sit around most days. I have no health insurance. I can clean my apartment, shower daily, do my own laundry, occasionally buy myself groceries (and never eat them) and BARELY survive working 30 hours a week.
I was an incredibly gifted, talented, skillful artist up until my late 20s. I had so many passions and I was great at them. Then my life completely fell apart. Got my diagnosis at age 31. Everything finally made sense for the first time.
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I recognize I'm being incredibly hard on myself right now. When I have a bad day it feels like the negative emotions are permanent and will never go away. Some days I just wake up and it's a pretty good day. Some days I wake up and the entire day just fucking sucks. Not because anything overtly bad happens. I just feel bad all fucking day and NOTHING brings me out of it.