Ask Lemmy

Because, goddammit, a better world is possible! A lot of the time shit sucks and everything is expensive and I wanna just go to bed and never wake up.

But most of my problems are problems millions or even billions of other people struggle with, and those don't get solved by opting out of life.

What's more, those problems are man-made. They're the result of systems designed by mortal men just like me.

So, I stay alive. Because the only way to out-vote, out-number, overpower, and / or annihilate those bastards is to be alive.

Fear. I know it gets worse if I stop.

My dog

Spite.

Not even kidding.

Honestly I don't know, I give up on life time ago, then this last year I start "living" again by having a daily activies and job. But I deal with this like someone dead inside, I don't feel any joy. I am not even looking for a goal. I see nothing in other people, I interact with then know that i get forget as soon the day end. I am just too scared to kill myself.

The promise of mexican food.

Dying is hard

It feels nice to bike and feel the wind in your hair and huddle into your jacket keeping you warm. I also actively take breaks from playing video games to sit and feel intense gratitude and happiness toward the game. And oranges are absolutely delicious, and singing loud makes me feel alive.

I also like finding flowers in springtime (and putting them into my journal) and seeing/hearing great big flocks of crows in the autumn. Those are seasonal though, not a daily pleasure that keeps me going no matter what.

The Krebs cycle.

I just keep waking up and it keeps working

Habit.

Debt to family members. If I pay them off, I'll have a reason to keep living. If i decide to run or kill myself, then I'll just be "a coward" and "selfish".

But I've had bad luck my whole life. I hope I'll be able to pay them off one day, but the idea of suicide has been crossing my mind daily. I've been unemployed since covid except for 1 job which lasted a month, and another job this December which may only last a month.

I am out of money. I just graduated university with a Bachelors Degree, and unlike most of my colleagues, I've been unable to get a job in the industry.

My school loans are coming to collect in January. My whole family is poor. I'm the realistic example of a poor person graduating with a degree. I'm stuck poor, and I will probably die poor.

It used to be various substances but now it's making sure my kid has all the happiness and love that I wish I had growing up and the smile on my wife's face when she sees how happy I've become

The alternative still seems a little bit worse for now.

obligation

Wife, kids, the next holiday, the next treat, dinner, the thought of telling my boss to fuck off when I find a new job.

Is it me or is lemmy more depressing than reddit was? This is a BLEAK thread....

Burning depression into rage.

Weed

Progress.

If I'm improving in any way shape or form then I'm a step out of the dark. This can be from anything like going to the gym, improving on my hobbies, or even learning something new.

Not wanting to be homeless.

Oxygen, water and food.

Curiosity.

There are a lot of terrible people doing terrible things to humanity and the planet, and I'll be damned if I let those fucking ghouls outlive me.

My legs

Your mom /s

Well, this thread is fucking depressing

Coffee. Hot, black, fresh ground and brewed coffee.

1. we're at a tipping point in society right now. i wanna see where this goes. it might even get better.

2. my main problem is money right now. my apprenticeship will be over in 2 Years, and i will get a hefty salary and a guaranteed job.

Lack of motivation to end it. I last tried in July/Aug and ended up in hospital for 5 days.

I just need a nudge towards trying again.

If I die by my own hand I know it will mess my family up but that's literally it. I hate my life.

I don't know anymore.

If I was gone, my wife and dogs would not have the money to live.

Oxygen

the hope that half-life 3 will come out eventually

The idea that I may escape America one day. My version of the American Dream is leaving.

My dogs

Being the best at things. There's nothing better than the feeling of being absolutely stellar at something. I try to develop new skills everyday, and try to find the most effective and efficient way to do everything.

Also wife's tits.

And ass.

Spite for the razor in my wallet.

I'm not sure. Living feels uncomfortable but the thought of dying and all the suffering it would cause is even more uncomfortable. I'm not sure I want to be here but if I wasn't, my family would be far, far worse off and that makes me feel bad.

Ritalin.

The question.