If I may ask, is everyone here working (or still have to go to work, for survival/money) ? Or not? (honestly, I’m almost unemployed myself, due to my severe existential depression). If you do, then do you hate your job? Or quite fortunate/lucky to love your job? Yet perhaps still feel pessimistic about life? If you work, and hate your job, then seriously, how do you cope with this life daily/everyday? Let’s share, thanks
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hi niki,
well i do work a little bit and its not that i hate my job, its more that i hate people in general so even though i work 4 hours a day its seems like 12 and i want to escape the moment i arrive. its very hard coping with working when i just want to crawl inside my mouse hole in the wall and be left alone feeling sorry for myself, escaping reality as much as i can for as long as i can without becoming homeless and/or starving to death… if i had money for rent, food and narcotics i would severe my ties with reality all together and escape it indefinitely. thats me 🙂
These are great questions. So here is how one person copes.
I still have work as I am in an essential industry. I work for my mental and financial well being. Roughly one-third of my working years (43) have been under conditions of excellent management and and excellent co-workers. The other two-thirds of my working years have been hard to tolerate. I positioned myself to get back into a healthy workplace and honestly was preparing to off myself just as this present job offered itself.
As to pessimistic about life, I have been personally pessimistic about it nearly 60 years, only in the last 2 have I seen how I could want to live. For those 60 years I was kept alive by denial, some narcissism, staying too busy to notice my pain, thinking I was the only one who knew anything about life (yeah right, not!!), and other such strangeness. While I was staying too busy to notice my pain I was sure giving plenty of it to others.
I also survived by being unwilling to do the deed unless I had a partner. I got one. That should have sealed my demise, except she backed out on the day before our d-day.
So I live on with numerous supports but I will never forget what put me so close to a planned departure. I believe I will always have a soft spot in my heart for those who hate life. Some day, if conditions warrant, I may still die a non-traditional death. I doubt that will be anytime soon now.