Just my opinion but I'm personally afraid there is no way around this. Idk if its happiness so much as a dignified grace in facing your suffering with noble equanimity. But I get what youre saying. I just want to say f*ck it, too. But if I truly did not care, then what is it that I'm so upset about? I do believe this is not the end, but i also believe ultimately, there is no escape from this process.
I am here because i got dealt an imperfect hand(who hasnt?) that i made worse through my own choices. Its like when u burn ur tongue on something hot. You cant taste that food or any other food. My choices caused me to say f*ck it to certain common apsects of life I now felt I was permanently excluded from. But, I didnt stop there. The floodgates opened and now im like f*ck the whole of it. Why should i care about any of it? I know what my brain is telling me, but my heart isnt in it. I dont see any reason for me to genuinely look forward to waking up tomorrow morning. I have no accomplishments to be proud of, no younglings to look after, no compainion to share life with, no hobbies that i care about(the passion for all of them disappeared.) I fight with the part of me that wants to do better if only so my parents can be proud of me at least a little, and the part of me that is full of apathy and laziness and says dont bother its all pointless in the end.