I really want to go in a coma now.

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So, reality has just gotten so ugly now. I can't suck it up. I have to complain, thanks to being brought up in an environment that enables me to complain. I don't want to kill myself. (tried it once, the consequences suck), but instead of thriving, I am dreading every day I am surviving.

1. Money resources suck. You need money to survive. You need more money to thrive and afford a quality education

2. The jobs available suck. (I only want to work part time now to enjoy the decline of our society)

3. Real life just sucks so bad because of 1 and 2. You have to work hard for about half your life, but I already found out half of my life was a lie (I'm 27) I say this because I was promised that I work hard, go to school, and follow the advice of the vast majority, I would be happy. I am just miserable in this body.

Went to school, worked hard, and found out that getting success when you are young is just too hard. I want to dream positive thoughts forever. A coma would be worth it, until more quality support programs in the U.S. get better. But then again, they call it hard work because it's hard. Working hard makes nobody happy.

You can't really complain when you are limiting your own income by working part-time so you can enjoy the decline of society as you call it)

I get overwhelmed by those feelings, as well. The world's a tough place, but I find ways to alleviate the stresses of daily life by focusing on my passions and hobbies. I know I have to work to make my life worthwhile; it's a daunting task, but it's just something I gotta push myself towards.

However, a coma just sounds unpleasant. I mean, like, bed sores, man. I'd prefer just to have a lobotomy. At least then I'd be partially mobile.

Yeah, I put some thought into it, a coma probably won't guarantee a nice sweet dream adventure into a mystical world; It could bring nightmares, but only if I was in a hospital that had reported nightmares.

Just learning to cope with this stress sucks. I try to apply for a job, or something I want 30x, I get depressed from not getting a positive result (other people also have this result). It's true. Life isn't going to be rosey, but FFS, couldn't the government focus on improving the quality of helping those less fortunate and not let lazy people who just sit around? I find it valid to blame trickle down economics and a lack of support for those with disabilities that I must feel this way. Sometimes, religion suggests: seek higher power, conform to religion, but as I think as I type this, I couldn't help but think about how and why the crisis lines get a lot of calls; they have way too many unfortunate people, and nobody is caring enough to get to the bottom of these problems. I could keep rambling on negatively, but it's wasting time (even though I'm addicted to it), try new therapists, and learn how to roll with the punches in life.

At least with a lobotomy, you get to spend your days just staring at a wall and drooling on yourself, two things I already excel at.

Believe me, I've been there. Our society is just kind of broken that way. We're forced to more or less work around it, and yeah, it can be really overwhelming. I'm not severely disabled, but I'm not wholly independent and there's still a lot of things I don't understand or am capable of doing. It took me a long time before I could get past the feelings of just always wanting to curl up into a ball and die; I had to really fight to get myself into a better frame of mind and find the kind of support I needed. I'm almost 27 and only just now am I having the most stable year I've had since middle school. You've just got to work for it, and really, trying new therapists and learning how to roll with the punches is really the best advice.

That is true. I just need to embrace that pain. Although, as I move forward, I see not only myself, but some other people having their issues. Finding the best job, working towards a career. The worst is my social anxiety, and depression when it comes to difficulty. I'll have to help myself cope with the agony, and do my best to get out of those feelings. At least, there's time to do what I need to do...

It's not a matter of embracing the pain but working to alleviate it. I haphazardly stumbled into a social circle, so those were the first few steps that I made towards developing hobbies and activities which kept me busy and my mind occupied. Meds and therapy was the definitive step, though.