I know I can’t be the only mentally ill person feeling this way. I’ve dealt with mental health my whole life and if I’m being honest with myself I don’t know that I can keep “grinding” until I die. This is a miserable existence as it is and I’m only 30. My family is toxic and I have zero love or support from them. I don’t want to bum out the friends I do have so I can’t talk to them about this. Therapy only seeks to make this forced rat race somewhat more tolerable. I persevere and endure so much only to hand over $2k a month to a shitty landlord for a shitty one bedroom apartment. More than half what I make in month straight to some asshole’s investment portfolio. I’m even more exhausted by the fact that we are on a floating rock in space worried about how to pay these ridiculous bills like it’s normal??? What do any of you do to cope with such a heavy existence?