I feel like I’m probably in the same headspace as many people. Want to end it but too much of a chicken to actually do anything so I continue to just live in misery. 

I work a job I hate, even though it pays well I hate my life and I face situations that put me in danger and full of anxiety because of it. I have no real skills even though I’m very smart, so I can’t get a good job, and I typically get fired right away.

Im autistic but apparently not autistic /enough/ to get disability or services.. I struggle with anxiety and depression that is treatment resistant. Everyday is living hell. I have a beautiful parter who loves me and I love her but I still can’t stop thinking about the misery ahead.. I’m simultaneously afraid of life and death and stuck in a lethargic window of boredom, misery, and self-loathing. 

How does this end.. how can I be happy? Not only is my brain fucked, my body fucked, but the world itself too. What is the point of this? My only real talent is singing and I can’t even do that as well as others and I will never get a career that is suitable it seems like. 

I really just have no more will to live. What is the point.