I just turned 28 and I'm jobless and live at home with my parents, who are getting old. I feel nothing but constant guilt of being a leech. I'm afraid to go out and get a job because I hate the way I look (going out in public is severely distressing for me) and I haven't even tried since I applied to ten or so places back in August.
Wow, I relate to most of this. My parents are also getting on in age and every day I try to tell my numb mind I need to step it up--for everyone's sake.
I hate when it even crosses my mind, but I've wondered what would become of me if my lovely parents were to die while I'm still a useless piece of shit. I don't even like thinking about it, because losing any one of my parents would destroy me. It's a grim motivation to not let them down and get my act together, I suppose; I don't want to be a leech forever. That, and I know that they'd be worried about me even till the end. I don't want them to go like that. And I know--I just
know I won't cope well with any of my family members' deaths. All of them better live to 100, goddammit.
...it's just so hard battling with your mind almost every day, every hour, and essentially doing nothing with your life because you're stuck at an impasse. It feels like I've been here for more than a decade now. Every time I want to break through, I crash and burn eventually. Sometimes I just stare. Other times I just want to scream. What hurts most of all is knowing you can get past it, but haven't yet.
I don't know
how I'll get past this decade-old rut of mine, but I'm confident I can. Sooner rather than later, hopefully. I'm tired of always feeling so worthless by my inaction and letting it beat me down.
This is all stuff I've told myself before... yet here I am.
I admit I've also pondered suicide. Not so much thoughts of killing myself, per se, but wondering what it would take for me to actually flirt with the idea, and how I'd do it. As a concept, suicide as an option for myself is just frightening. I
am someone who believes it's okay to take your own life if you have nothing left worth sticking around for, though; but only if you feel like you've exhausted every present--and future--possibility for staying around, no matter how small. And it has to be for your benefit, of course, not others'. I don't know if I should be sharing these particular thoughts in this thread, though.
My reasons for sticking around:
Proving to myself I can accomplish what I want to.
Accomplishing what I want to so I can repay my family's kindness for putting up with my failures. I want to pamper them--and a few friends--like they did me, even when I felt undeserving and disgusting for receiving things from them.
Study English grammar more, improve my Spanish more, and learn Japanese so I can one day fucking play The Great Ace Attorney and what have you.
Get published anywhere, even in a small magazine. I've been looking into it.
Write more.
And I suppose put more effort into making my family know I love them. I rarely like to go out. As an introvert, it's exhausting even
thinking of going out, but it feels just as awful that I basically always refuse to go out with my parents when they offer. I don't know. Sharing emotions and shit isn't my style. I like to think I make it obvious I love them, but my resting bitch face, sullen mood, short answers, and head up my own ass might make it a hard thing to read.