Female early twenties. After repeated abuse in a customer service role, I quit my job of 9 months and moved back home. When I was in my 9-5, I’d pray on the Friday to come around just to get absolutely wasted and do the same thing again on Saturday and proceed to get the Sunday scaries and dread Monday morning. I’ve tried studying many different things and nothing has piqued my interest. I’m applying for new jobs atm but the rat race scares me. I don’t think I want kids in the future and I don’t see myself working until 65. My trust issues are so extensive that I don’t think I’d enter a marriage either. Every 2 years I have a recurring manic episode and in between them it’s just straight depression. Genuinely the only thing that is keeping me alive is my mum and my boyfriend. I wouldn’t wish the pain of what my father did to me on anyone else. I just don’t see the point anymore though. I rely on Lorezapam and edibles to calm down or to sleep. Throughout the day I’m in a constant dissociative state. The world is so fucked at the moment and our economy is difficult to navigate. How do you find a purpose in life?