im living with my half brother that i hate with a firey passion. an ideal living situation would be one where im not yelled at or raped every fucking day.
the previous generations have fucked us over so much that i dont think ill ever be able to get a house for my own. this asshole spends every penny he has and still has the balls to criticize my spending habits.
my plans for the future arent well thought out because i cant even see myself getting to that point. all i know is that im leaving this stupid state when my friend graduates. we will figure out life from there. my end goal is to have a little bit of land to make a small sustainable farm for me and my friends.
im trying to reframe things too because i almost dont want this life to defeat me. i know im stronger than this. its just things are getting to heavy to hold onto.
life is shit and i fucking hate it. atm, the suffering outweighs the good by a long shot. but as soon as i leave this awful place, ill be so much better off.
): I'm so sorry. have you told the authorities? Could you move into a battered women's shelter perhaps, if you're open to such a suggestion?
I'm so glad you have an opportunity to move to another state. Hopefully your friend is graduating next year. The farm idea is lovely. Do you envision it as a commune of sorts?
I'm 29 and I'm renting a dumpy studio. Honestly most people I know in their late 20s and early 30s are due to rising housing rates. It's ridiculous. Remembering it isn't my fault is helpful for me. I don't know if that's of much use to you.
In your current situation yes, suffering would outweigh any potential joy. I meant in general though. Are moments of joy enough to outweigh universal moments of pain?
As an anecdote, when I was in my early 20s I moved into a residential meth hotel with a guy I barely knew to sever ties with my abusive family. He moved states away with some girl. Fine, aside from the fact I made $10 an hour, wasn't guaranteed 40 hours, and had $350 to my name. I entertained shooting myself in my step fathers garage. I decided I would instead wait until I was 25 to make such a decision.
I felt like such a loser. Somehow I made it though (alcohol probably lol.) I built up credit, a bit of savings, and moved out eventually. Looking back I was not a loser. I was a resilient, resourceful badass who figured shit out in a desolate situation.
I wouldn't say things are much better now. I'm not saying they will be for you. It is incredible how human beings can circumvent such dire straits tho, and it's one of the things I like about life. It's up to you if you want to see conquering suffering as a fun game to play. I oscillate between being determined to win and wanting to quit and jump off a bridge myself.