Iām depressed. The type of depression where I sit in my therapistās office and we hardly speak about anything substantial, if we speak at all, and overall itās so unhelpful. She says thereās nothing she can say to help me. Because the depression is situational and I canāt seem to get myself out of the situation. If tiktok didnāt inform me that I wasnāt alone in the job hunt situation, Iād feel like a false victim. It fucking sucks. Life was not supposed to be this hard. It wasnāt supposed to be filled with so much disappointment and struggle. I didnāt realize how disabled I am until needing a career change and holy fuck. I cannot do many things at all. Capitalism is so fucking evil.
I tell myself at least once an hour that I want to ā myself and I validate it because speaking to the wall is better than not speaking at all.
It isnāt woe is me no one loves me, because that isnāt true. I have plenty of people who love me. Iām trying my absolute best to keep my head on my shoulders. Iām doing okayish. I feel a slam of anxiety about if people like me. They do. And if they didnāt who cares! Okay everyone cares. But it isnāt something I strive for. I strive right now for connection and a FUCKING JOB. I literally need to be around people because I am dying.
I could never do a work from home job. I would cry from being lonely all the time.