Like me.
I'm tired of trying to be happy. I've been trying to be happy for as long as I can remember. I'm definitely not depressed.
I know all the theory...practising gratitude, avoiding comparison, finding joy in the little things, finding your purpose etc etc...and I try and try, yet none of it ever works.
My life is just me constantly asking what the point of anything is, and darkly muttering...I didn't even ask to be born whenever something even vaguely inconveniences me.
I just think life is so so pointless and all these experiences we go through...so pointless.
This is me talking after protracted episodes of philosphising and therapy and research and medication...I absolutely know I am not depressed.
For me, it's a very rational conclusion that....life is pointless. I've accepted that life is pointless and try and just enjoy it for what it is, but I just don't think I have it in me to be happy.
Does anyone else relate?