u/Zombie_Zeke

I work at an art university, and I love it. I really do. I love the stability, the consistent hours (9-5, remote on Mondays), I like my coworkers a lot, I like having loose and relaxed summers, I like having winter break.

But it's just so monotonous. I get so bored so easily and it often circles back around to me procrastinating on something relatively simple.

I literally went on mental health leave back in January, and it feels like I need to go back already and it's only been a few months since I graduated.

I originally went to school for engineering and animation. I like working with my hands. I like moving and standing and walking around and making noise. I'm realizing I don't like excessive down-time and going out of my way to "find" work to do. I don't like sitting on my ass all day in the quiet with the same Spotify playlist playing every single day, only to be told I "set up the mailboxes wrong"

The problem I'm encountering is that there aren't any jobs out there that appeal to me that can match the money I'm making. A dispensary job sounds like a great option for me, I actually really like customer service, but they max out at $18/hour in my area.

I swear I can feel my brain atrophying with each passing day. I'm not meant for computers and I'm not meant to be working 9-5 Monday to Friday. I like my weekends plenty but I'm over it. I can't do this anymore. I need an outside perspective. Advice, suggestions, something because I am so tired and I can't keep going like this, but I need groceries too. Thanks in advance

I am getting so frustrated with the onslaught of people showing a clearly failed drug test and asking "aM i CoOkEd??"

What the hell do you want us to say? Do you want someone to pull a secret out of their ass and say "I have the magic spell of 'nevermind you totally passed it!'"

There's way too many posts like this on this sub. Either scoot somewhere else or mods add a flair of some kind, please for the love of god.

I'm really just wondering if anyone else has had a similar experience.

Just before I cut my parents off in January, I was fully checked out. I was in a horrible place mentally, my work was deteriorating, things I usually enjoyed were dull, it was bad. Spoiler alert - I'm doing much better now!

During Christmas, as I was packing up my car to head home, all but dead inside, my mom asked me if I was okay. I, in a stroke of poor judgement, told her the truth. That I was doing bad, honestly, and that I was looking into taking time off and doing a LOT of work on myself. I brought up that I was recently diagnosed with OCD, after having already been diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety.

The only thing she said to me was "Well, honey, how much gluten are you eating?"

Listen, gluten DOES effect people in weird ways, but she goes on these diet kicks where TikTok convinces her of the latest and greatest "evil food that's secretly killing you" and at the time gluten was the enemy of the week. She had been on a trend of blaming literally everything on gluten.

We're not a family with allergies, the most severe thing in our family is my lactose intolerance.

I couldn't make myself respond in any way other than to make a noise that was like, almost a laugh. I just told her I loved her and that I would tell her when I was home. That was the last time I spoke to her in person.

New to the sub, so please forgive me if this isn't the right place.

The title kind of sums it up, but back in January I (32M) had a massive falling out with my parents. In this falling out I decided to take a step back from family stuff since they're so entwined with the rest of my family.

To make a very, very long story short, I am the oldest of 3 boys, and have always been treated both as an afterthought and as the third parent. I spent 32 years of my life being an afterthought, an inconvenience, and a burden. I was told to my face, by my own mother, that I am secondary, and that everyone else comes before me.

In January, my mom tried to extort me for an obscene amount of money, and I hit my breaking point. I snapped at her for always treating me like I don't matter, etc. etc. etc., and that I was done. I blocked her and my dad and haven't spoken to them since.

I sent a text to our shared WhatsApp group chat saying as much, that I'm just taking a step back, and if anyone has any questions to just text me directly. After making sure the text sent and several people read it, I quietly left the group chat.

Well... it's May now. And I know it hasn't been TERRIBLY long, but nobody has reached out to me. Not a single member. Aunts, uncles, cousins, my own brothers, nobody. Am I being insane in wishing they at least TRIED to contact me to get my side of the story? To ask if I'm okay?

I guess I just feel... let down? My wife and I have talked about it a lot, and I have said in the past that I always felt less loved by the rest of my family, but damn. I want to scream and cry and throw up and make a huge scene at them at the next gathering for not giving a half of a rat's ass about me, but I know that wouldn't fix anything, if at all make things significantly worse.

I don't know, has anyone else done something similar with similar results? What did you do afterwards?

I feel kind of lost, and tired, and just... kind of dead inside. Like everything I felt growing up was confirmed by their inaction.

Before anyone asks yes I have a long-time therapist who I adore, and who has been here through this entire saga.