Hey guys, been a while. I'm sorry for popping in again all willy-nilly, but I've always felt this place was a slice of home I keep getting back to. I woke up today feeling like I needed to write something and chose you guys. Hope it's not too presumptuous to ask for your thoughts.
As some of you may know from my last pop-in in November, I (suddenly and unexpectedly) lost my job last year and it's been quite weird since. I still haven't found a new full-time job, although I try to do some freelance translations and revisions here and there.
My days consist of waking up when the concubine does in the morning, see her off to work and then sleep again until midday. When I'm awake, I spend my time on reddit and twitter or browsing my Steam library endlessly for something to play, almost never launching a single game. Same thing with Netflix. Since I don't leave the apartment, I don't even shower most days.
So I woke up today and realized... I'm depressed as fuck, aren't I?
I can't bring myself to play games, watch shows or read books. And when I force myself to do SOMETHING it usually doesn't hold my attention for long.
I don't think I'm suicidal, but I do keep having ugly thoughts like how my girl is the only thing worth waking up for. I'm incredibly lucky to have her but.... I can't base my whole happiness on my relationship. That's a recipe for disaster right there, isn't it?
So, I know lots of you guys have wrestled with similar issues, and this isn't a cry for help or anything of the sort but more of a... shared therapeutic realization? What the hell are you supposed to do when you realize life isn't fun anymore and you can't afford any sort of professional help?
As some of you may know from my last pop-in in November, I (suddenly and unexpectedly) lost my job last year and it's been quite weird since. I still haven't found a new full-time job, although I try to do some freelance translations and revisions here and there.
My days consist of waking up when the concubine does in the morning, see her off to work and then sleep again until midday. When I'm awake, I spend my time on reddit and twitter or browsing my Steam library endlessly for something to play, almost never launching a single game. Same thing with Netflix. Since I don't leave the apartment, I don't even shower most days.
So I woke up today and realized... I'm depressed as fuck, aren't I?
I can't bring myself to play games, watch shows or read books. And when I force myself to do SOMETHING it usually doesn't hold my attention for long.
I don't think I'm suicidal, but I do keep having ugly thoughts like how my girl is the only thing worth waking up for. I'm incredibly lucky to have her but.... I can't base my whole happiness on my relationship. That's a recipe for disaster right there, isn't it?
So, I know lots of you guys have wrestled with similar issues, and this isn't a cry for help or anything of the sort but more of a... shared therapeutic realization? What the hell are you supposed to do when you realize life isn't fun anymore and you can't afford any sort of professional help?