Venting Struggling with the "cost" of my existence and the loneliness of being an adult with depression.

[rotting]

Now that I've turned 20, I feel like people have stopped caring about my struggle with depression. It's as if the unspoken rule is now 'you're an adult, deal with it on your own.' I know the people who love me still worry, but it's not the same as before. The urgency and the support I used to feel from them have faded.

I used to ask my parents for help to afford more expensive antidepressants that I couldn't pay for myself. But as soon as I realized the financial weight of it, the guilt became unbearable. I felt like such a burden that I switched to cheaper medication—the kind I can afford on my own—even though it's not as effective.

My doctors have repeatedly suggested I go back to the original treatment, but I can't bring myself to do it. I feel like I don't deserve to have my parents spend that money on me. I feel like it would be money down the drain because, honestly, I feel worthless. I just don't feel like I'm 'worth' the investment anymore.

 

[soul2realm]

The pains of growing up. Your maturity in understanding the financial implications certainly makes you an empathetic and independent soul. And it is highly commendable rather than tagging a "worthless" tag to it. What tomorrow holds nobody knows. It might bring out your true persona not only in everyone's else's eyes but also in yours. Just hang in there. Lots of blessings.

 

[rotting]

The pains of growing up. Your maturity in understanding the financial implications certainly makes you an empathetic and independent soul. And it is highly commendable rather than tagging a "worthless" tag to it. What tomorrow holds nobody knows. It might bring out your true persona not only in everyone's else's eyes but also in yours. Just hang in there. Lots of blessings.

oh dear, thanks for the kind words! i really appreciate them <3