It’s been something i’ve thought about a lot, but at the moment it feels manageable to the point other things get priority.

I don’t care Netflix. Lower the cost and let me share with my retired father again.

You advertised to me i was allowed to share and then took it away, fuck you.

This seems interesting, i’ll read it fully after work if i don’t forget.

Something has me convinced i’m depressed but the only time i ever had the posibility to look for help they sort of just worked me towards the door and cut me off asap.

But they ended up giving me some sort of anti psychotic medication, which definitely allowed me to get back on my feet at the time. (Shit was dark, i fell in a hole with covid, homelessness and unemployment alltogether with my wife and reached a point where i struggled so much i couldn’t even get my ass to a job interview).

But i still don’t know what the cause of my struggles is, only that they’ve been around as long as i can remember. Some form of psychotic whatever wouldn’t surprise me either looking at my mom and what she did. But from what i know (which isn’t a lot obviously) it seems more like depression.