I went from being a happy kid that smiled all the time, enjoyed drawing and had several friends to a pathetic adult with no talents, passion, creativity, friends or a job. Just a worthless and unlovable failure. And recently it's gotten so bad that I've started cutting myself and contemplating suicide. I just don't believe I have what it takes to get my life together, sadly.
i hate this reasoning. i'm also depressed, borderline suicidal and my suffering is a consequence of victories the fash have already won, not some glorious revolutionary struggle. prolonging that suffering isn't a w for me or anyone who isn't a torturer and ending it (preferably by improving my material and social conditions rather than death) would be mercy.
suffering isn't inherently virtuous
I’ve dealt with the same issues and yeah this shit is never helpful