I believe there were a few points that maybe could have prevented this "no-return" depression-dementia-like symptoms in Oct 2024. But maybe it would have just prolonged it in a way that I hit it differently? But I feel I have been mostly responsible for all this by myself which is even more frustrating since it was all in my hand and my own stupidity ruining everything.
For me it's
1. 2022: Not staying in a job and city where I felt first time happy-ish in a job, loved the aliveness of the city and people and felt as if I fit the first time in my life but I chose to go back to my then fiancé and other job bc of stability and responsibility.
2. 2023: Not commiting to a relationship which eventually ended up in a breakup (bc I was set on some stupid ideas and solo-traveling)
3. 2023: Not quitting my other job and flat to go traveling, taking a fixed off-period instead (like many suggested but I somehow didn't want to listen??)
3. 2024 At the end of my travels commit to a part-time job and place to keep me active/in a routine while transitioning/looking for a new job instead of dreaming and idealising ideas
There are a few mistakes taking place before that shaped me and my following steps a lot and I kind of wonder, how my life would have turned out if I didn't experience some things, maybe I would have been more normal. I somehow always was able to turn it around and shift my life into a good direction. I believed if I just try hard enough I can achieve what want, even if it's going to take longer, that's fine. But somehow nothing worked and I fucked up greatly given the opportunities I was given at the time and how I treated them. I don't understand that I didn't treat them more seriously and feel my early 20ish self would have been smarter than late 20ish self and it upsets me so much.
And when I read about everyone else's stories who struggle with real problems or lived through horrible trauma, I feel terrible since I could have prevented my fate and even typing this makes me feel stupid that I feel so sorry for myself. Now I live with my parents, unemployed, can't even do the basic tasks, feel like the utmost failure, I have so much hatred inside. I feel like it's some sort of karma maybe. I don't feel I can ask for compassion and I want the earth to swallow me.
And the worst, my parents don't deserve this. They sacrificed so much to provide me with the best resources and somehow I fuck up.