I’m 24/M and I don’t really remember the last time I felt real joy. The last time I felt something like happiness or excitement about life was during a short situationship I had almost two years ago. Since then, I haven’t really felt motivated or excited about anything. But even before that, I don’t think I was truly happy either.
Since I was around 13, I’ve been questioning the meaning of life. I’ve never really been able to find an answer that makes sense to me. I even tried to believe in God multiple times because I feel like it would make things easier, but I just can’t. My mind won’t let me believe in something blindly, so the closest I can get is being agnostic.
I tend to overthink everything. I see how people are shaped by their past, their trauma, their experiences, and because of that, I can’t even really feel anger towards others anymore. Even when someone disrespects me, I just rationalize it. I feel like I’m too self-aware, and I don’t know what to do with that.
Another thing that’s been bothering me is language. I speak four languages, and people usually think that’s impressive, but honestly it feels like the opposite. It feels like I’m not really good at any of them. Writing is easier because I have time to think, but speaking is a struggle. Sometimes I forget simple words, or I can only remember them in a different language, and then I get stuck. I feel like I sound dumb even though I know I’m not. I speak different languages with my family, at work, and online, and it just feels like my brain is constantly switching and never fully comfortable. I’m also a perfectionist, so it makes it even worse because I feel like I can’t ever express myself the way I want to.
Lately, I don’t see the point in anything. I used to work out, but I stopped a few weeks ago and I can’t get back into it. I’m working, I’m trying to get my driver’s license, I’m doing what’s expected of me… but I don’t see the meaning behind any of it. Every time I reach a goal, it just feels empty, like “this is it?”
I also don’t really see the point of relationships, but at the same time, I get lonely. It’s like a paradox. I don’t put much effort into maintaining connections, but then moments come where I realize no one is really reaching out to me either. Like on New Year’s, when everyone else is getting messages and calls, and I’m not.
I feel stuck. I feel tired. Most days I just want to stay in bed and not care about anything. I also want to find love, but I’m gay in a country where it feels like most people leave and there’s not much here.
I don’t know if this is depression or something else, but I don’t know how to feel joy again or how to care about life. If anyone has been through something similar or has advice, I’d appreciate it.