I don't know if this kinda thing is allowed, but, I just kinda needed to rant.
I'm 22m, live alone and just sort of, out of it.
I escaped an abusive home life two years ago and have just sort of drifted, I've been dealing with chronic back pain as I sofa-surfed for half a year with grandparents before getting my own place, and I just feel alone, in this entirely.
I'm in therapy for the things I went through but it doesn't feel like it's working, and it's expensive, I'm not working yet due to the back as I need to get that sorted but I've been dealing with incredibly bad depression. I have savings, so I'm living off those, and I get PIP every month, which covers my rent and nothing else.
I can just about keep functioning, cooking, cleaning here and there, showering..sometimes. But it's not a happy life.
Everywhere I look I'm filled with despair, the fact my childhood was a mess, the cost of living crisis, lack of care for those with disabilities or others.
Government doesn't seem to care about anyone but their cronies and lobbied friends, and it just fills me with despair.
I sometimes buy games, but I don't play too often, I don't drink or smoke, my poison is junk food, but then I feel shit cause I know I'm not eating right and have gained weight since covid started.
I'm 22, and I just...
What's the point? That's really what I feel like asking. What's the point of living in a world like this, it feels so...miserable, so unkind and unfriendly.
I have friends, I've asked to meet them, to get myself out of the house and at least do something, I'm either never responded to or told they're busy, which, I can understand.
But I'm just lost.