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Mental Health
I Hate My Life
Doesn’t everybody?
The thing I hate about life is that it’s hard. Not just hard, seemingly impossible. Pointless. We fight and battle and claw are way through expecting to get to the end of a rainbow, when, in fact, there is no rainbow.
Why do we keep going? Stick with me on this one.
I read a story this morning by the lovely Preeti Ramachandran, who recently took a long break from work because it pushed her over the edge. In her article she talks about therapy and depression and her introspective journey. It’s a beautiful tale of making it through the dark times to find the light.
Today I was in the middle of a dozen different impossible issues at work. This God damned job is really hard sometimes. There are no answers, and nobody to help find the answers. Everyone just makes it up as they go, scrambling around like a bunch of fucking idiots. And then my wife walks through the room and gives me shit for leaving a light on.
You know what?
Fuck. This.
Why do I bother? Why do I work so hard for this stupid job? Why am I stuck doing battle with these ungrateful kids? Why am I stuck in this miserable prison of life when all I want to do is go hide in the woods? Or have a beer and some angry sex?
