What is the point of keep trying in life if it never really gets better: taking antidepressants, going to therapy, doing meditation, trying to stick to routine, giving space to my boyfriend, setting boundaries with my family, reading books recommended by therapist. I am doing all that and what? I just feel so freaking lonely. So unloved. So invalidated. So empty. Without any purpose. Just with obsessive thought “keep fighting because if you give up, you will hurt people you love”. Why shouldn’t I give up if it never gets easier.