I don't want to get old, but I also don't want to die. I find myself in permanent purgatory. I work to live, despite that, I don't do much living. Everything is expensive, the things that bring me joy are being overrun by AI. What's the point in working so hard?
I've not had the easiest life, but that makes wanting to stay around harder. I have a 'happy' life, a partner, a dog. My in laws are amazing, my friends are absolutely amazing. Things should be good right? My therapist doesn't think I'm depressed because I work, create art and have a good social circle.














