I've been thinking that I'm too old to be a proper NEET, and I've decided that I'm a FEET. "Failed at education, employment, or training." Maybe I could be a D-FEET, "disabled and failed at education, employment, and training." I actually have a reasonably solid education and work history, it just kind of unspooled 10 years ago when my mental and physical health started to slide.
Actually, I'm mostly joking for the sake of making stupid acronyms. I don't actually berate myself for being where I am. Maybe I didn't always make the exact perfect decision at the exact perfect time, but who does? I've tried and tried and tried to make something out of this screwy life, and now I'm just sick of it. Not because I don't own a big house and have a perfect family with 1.8 children or whatever "average" is now. I'm sick of it because treatment-resistant depression has stolen my ability to feel pleasure in anything. Even if I did have a picture-perfect life, I would still want to ctb because I am incapable of enjoying anything at all. It does suck to have no money and to be dependent on my family at age 48, I'm not going to lie. But I could win a million dollars tomorrow and I would still hate life, because somehow my body no makey the happy hormones. (Probably more complicated than that medically, but the end effect is the same.)
If I were to ctb today, it would be with sadness that my life has come to this, but it would be without major regrets. I gave it the old college try, you know?
I feel bad for those of you who feel worthless because you haven't achieved what someone, sounds mostly like capitalism, told you that you "should" have achieved by now. There are folks saying, "I had every advantage in life, apart from my severe mental illness and childhood trauma." Dude ... those are things that have wrecked some of the world's most brilliant people. Vincent Van Gogh ctb. Virginia Woolf ctb. Sylvia Plath ctb. Ernest Hemingway ctb. Those are just some names off the top of my head.
I'm not trying to talk you out of your hard-earned despair. It's not for me to say when you've had enough and are "allowed" to quit. I'm just saying that you shouldn't hate yourself just for not ticking off all the little "success" boxes that your mom or your high school guidance counselor or some vague idea of "everybody" told you that you should have done by now.
I can't say I'm not disappointed by my life, but I'm not mad at myself over it. I figure that I did about as well as possible, considering the hand I was dealt. I imagine that's true for most of you as well.