I really only wanted this one thing in life: to be successful in my profession. To be one of the very best so I could have some semblance of job security.
I don’t really care for relationships, I don’t have anything else that makes me want to stick around. I feel ruined, and like life isn’t worth living.

I should be thankful that I am able to go to therapy to learn skills, but it seems like no use if I will never be able to achieve the only thing I really care about. I’m apathetic toward trying to get better, because what’s the use if I can’t do what I’m really aiming for in life?

Selfish, maybe. But I’m tired of sticking around because “things could get better” or “other people would be devastated”.

I Just. Don’t. Care. Anymore.