Apparently I can’t say the word suicide in the post title lol ok
Graduated university with some bs BA in 2024, worked as a lifeguard for a bit. Left cause I was harassed out of my job in January 2026. Been job hunting ever since.
I’m neurodivergent, including (probably) mild autism.
I got hired and quit after my first shift (again, second time now) as I knew I would die at that job (mentally).
I live at home but parents are divorcing and the house could be sold any day now.
I’ve got a little bit saved up (around 22k), and try to not buy anything I don’t need.
I see a therapist twice a month, have seen them for a few years now. Been on meds for just as long, trying to ween off them now (emotional blunting, fuck it at this point).
I refuse to pay rent to someone else. I should be able to get a fucking decent job now at this point in my life, but no, here I am getting fucked over. I literally just quit after my first shift again today, and now im debating even applying for jobs anymore.
Idk, maybe if I had a job where I was alone, no one to tell me what to do, and earn enough to be financially comfortable, then I’d be better. Maybe. Probably not fully, but it’d be better than this shit. But obviously that’ll never happen.
My “friends” hardly speak to me despite me reaching out, I talk to no one all day, and don’t have any hopes or dreams anymore. I know they won’t happen.
I’ve fantasized about being a good artist, but idk it’s so hard so I just stop. I also write and would like to be a good writer, but I’m hardly ever in the headspace to write so things take literal years to develop.
I have thought and thought and thought and have never been able to think of a job/career that I’d even remotely like to do. The reason I stuck with lifeguarding for so long is you never have to do anything and no one talks to you really. Everything just seems shitty and I refuse to do it.
This has left me with no other choose than to start working towards my fun license so I can kms. What, I’m gonna spend the next 50 years doing this shit? lol.
I even have to censor myself at my therapist now in how serious I am about suicide so that I don’t end up in a mental “hospital” somewhere.
People will say “find your meaning/purpose”, but that’s bs. Fuck you all, idc. I literally don’t care about anyone besides my dogs and sometimes my mom. But I can’t let that dictate my decisions. I’m alive, and this is my life.
Ik there’s no god or anything, but I’m so terrified that I’d be reincarnated as some impoverished nobody on the other side of the planet or in the past or something where I have a much lower QOL and stuff. And never even realize how much better I had it before.
Ig I’d be considered well off financially living at home. I’ve never truly had to worry about money or anything.
But I don’t see how I could ever achieve the financial freedom I want without living to work with almost no time to do the stuff I want to do.
No. I refuse. Why don’t more people feel this way? Are they stupid? Are they just gaslighting themselves cause they’ll go insane if they don’t? Why isn’t everyone freaking out?
I have no one to talk to. I am so lonely. But it doesn’t even feel that way anymore; I can’t even cry about it anymore, I just feel nothing.
Therefore, the only thing I can do is to try and get a shotgun asap, cause that can take a long ass time (I live in Canada). I can, it’ll just take some time.
God man. Everything is so fucking bad. I literally have no idea how people ever become successful in art or have the time to do the creative stuff they want. It really is you have to a) win the lottery, b) be born into generational richness, or c) get lucky.
Idk what I’m expecting people to say here really. When I fail say something, I just give up. I prefer that then trying cause then I can say I’m better than it and prove everyone else wrong.
I like playing video games and watch YouTube but even that seems to be having less and less of an effect. I try to go to the gym 3-4 days a week but it’s hard.
Nothing I do seems to have any effect on anything so I’m just done.