I feel my life has no purpose, and I feel my life cannot have a purpose while I'm forced to work 8+ hrs a day — half of my time awake on this planet — to merely sustain a basic lifestyle. My job is mind-numbing, and I don't believe any job could ever be anything but. I've spent months living in a state of dread, to the point where I'm starting to feel I'd be better off dead. I've coped with and overcome so many mental health issues but this one keeps coming back, and it's heaviest because I feel I don't have any control over it, no hope of escaping, no hope of living a happy and fulfilled life. I really don't know what to do. I'm working the most advanced, highest paid and “best benefits package” job I've ever had. It “doesn't get any better than this” yet I've never felt such a gripping despair in my entire life.
Surely I can't be the only one among anti-work feeling this way. How can I again find joy when my life is no longer my own?