I wonder how it feels to be a therapist or psychiatrist in 2026 and watch the despair of young patients and realize it’s not attributed to mental illness but a rational response to the state of the capitalist hellscape world we live in
I’m not depressed because I need a higher dose of my mood stabilizer. I’m depressed because I spent years of my life working my fucking ass off to get a degree in biochemistry from one of the top universities in the world only to apply to over 100 jobs and the only one I land is one I hate every second of doing, the work is literally useless, and in spite of being there over 40 hours a week I still don’t make enough to pay rent. The food benefits I get can’t even feed a german shepherd. I’m 23 years old with a college degree asking my parents to take me grocery shopping so I don’t starve. I’m not upset because of my mental illness I’m upset because I work my ass off only to be broke and miserable
I am a therapist in 2026 and this is so....real.
And theres no way to even say that any of the fear and thoughts can be "worked" on because all of it is so valid and real.
Its no longer about learning to swim in a turbulent sea, its now just finding ways to not completely choke on the water, all while the water is finding new innovative ways to drown people. Its not about growth. Not even thriving. Surviving.





































