My parents, for the past year or so, have begged me to get a job, mainly for my own mental health. I was so cripplingly depressed already, that when I did finally get a job, they overworked me so much, I nearly committed suicide, and that's not exaggeration. I spent 6 days in the hospital for an overdose. So now, I work as a cashier, and I'm confused.
Why am I not happy? They said that getting a job and holding it down would help me. Why am I still not better? Whats the point of working if I come home each day at midnight and im just miserable
Thanks for reading friends.