I was there once. I took on some debt to get a flat and a motorcycle. You know, because a lot of people die when riding a motorcycle. I found the joy again; then I learned to cook really good and gained 80 pounds. If I don’t spend too much money on useless shit I’ll be debt free this year, and if I stick to the diet I’ve been on this past month I’ll be back to my old weight too.
I feel the same, but feel that my family just cares about what I produce. When I tried to make my needs and pain known, I was met with vitriol every time, so I just don't engage beyond empty platitudes.
For that reason, I just give them pleasantries, focus on myself and live for today. They've shown they don't care either way so everyone wins.
I'm guessing they'll hate me when I do die and they realize I stopped preparing material assistance via life insurance and savings after I've died. I spend what I make now on what gives me pleasure 🤷