My life has been, and is, terrible, and it seems things will only continue to get worse.
Both of my parents have clinical depression, as well as other mental illnesses that they don't share, but I have been unfortunate enough to both inherit and have to suffer the negative effects of being raised by the sufferer of such illnesses. You know what helps a child avoid developing depression that they're already at an above-average risk for due to genetics? Having them raised by two parents who have irregular sleep patterns due to mental illness (insomnia for my mother, hypersomnia for my father, and he stays awake all night only to sleep during the day anyway) so that they're never awake to look after the child. Did you know child neglect is credited as the trigger for most mental illnesses? How about a brother with anger issues as well, so said child is constantly on edge around them?
As a result, I have been depressed for as long as I can remember, before I even knew what the word was, let alone knew how to identify or understand what I was going through, I have been paranoid and anxious for just as long, I have so many different symptoms that I don't even know what else I might have. I have no friends, no job, no hopes of getting any job, no hopes of any sort of decent future. I hate myself, my body, my personality, my family, the people around me, my city and my country, as well as the people in it.
On top of that, I was the perpetrator of an objectively victimless crime (I would rather not say what, though I will say that it wasn't anything violent, sexual or financial) that caused the police to pretty much ruin any chances for me. The amount of things I lost due to them are so great that "loss" is not an emotion I even feel anymore, when it used to be one of the emotions I felt most strongly. My experience with them has also further traumatised me, I have shown symptoms of PTSD as well as dissociation as a result of them, these symptoms did not exist prior, as well as exacerbating the symptoms I showed prior to them showing up. They violated my rights, blew everything out of proportion and even lied to me and broke the law based on said lies, such as claiming they could enter my home without a warrant at any time unannounced and promised that they would, weekly, until I realised that this was a blatant lie and that they could not legally do this and told them to fuck off. I now have a criminal record for a crime that inherently doesn't have any victims involved and was committed when I was a minor, yet will be on my record for life.
I have accepted that I cannot be happy. I, as myself, this current individual, cannot be satisfied. I have been doomed to a life of despair, trapped in a situation where I will forever be dependent on people who I can't trust, don't have my best interests in mind and will only lead me to further trauma, as a result of the mental illnesses that they caused which render me unable to escape and make something of myself. The only way I could have been happy was if I was born as a girl in a different, more civil place, perhaps even in a different time where things seemed less bleak. This cannot happen without a miracle. There is only one way out.