I’m depressed. The type of depression where I sit in my therapist’s office and we hardly speak about anything substantial, if we speak at all, and overall it’s so unhelpful. She says there’s nothing she can say to help me. Because the depression is situational and I can’t seem to get myself out of the situation. If tiktok didn’t inform me that I wasn’t alone in the job hunt situation, I’d feel like a false victim. It fucking sucks. Life was not supposed to be this hard. It wasn’t supposed to be filled with so much disappointment and struggle. I didn’t 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 — myself and I validate it because speaking to the wall is better than not speaking at all.
It isn’t woe is me no one loves me, because that isn’t true. I have plenty of people who love me. I’m trying my absolute best to keep my head on my shoulders. I’m doing okayish. I feel a slam of anxiety about if people like me. They do. And if they didn’t who cares! Okay everyone cares. But it isn’t 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.