I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I’m living anymore. I feel like I’m just existing and I hate it. I love sleeping but dread waking up. I just feel like I’m in a perpetual cycle of misery and I want it to end. I’ve tried to pull myself together by the bootstraps but it’s not working. Nothing I do seems to work. I feel like I’ve lost myself. The pandemic took away my ability to look forward to things. I’m really struggling and part of me feels guilty because at least I have a roof over my head and a family so why isn’t that good enough for me?