My life on paper is absolutely fantastic. My parents are very well off, we live in a nice home, we've traveled a lot, they've bought just about everything they can including a brand new truck for me. I've just about made it through college too, if I tried, I could have loads of avenues I could take as far as my career and futures go.
Yet my life feels like it's always been at a dead end. Every night including tonight if a gun appeared in front of me, I'd take it and do the inevitable. After a dozen or so therapists and psychiatrists, I haven't found much salvation.
I guess you could chalk it up to biology, but I always have a feeling in the back of my mind that if I forced myself to get a job, if I had some sort of drastic change in my life, I would stop being so miserable every single day.
I put my answer down as both.... I wish I could understand why I feel the way I feel.