How my understanding of existentialism destroyed me: any similar cases?
Around 10 years ago, I was diagnosed with a chronic, progressive disease. I felt lost and confused, and tried to find some way forward.
That was why I started reading Sartre. I implemented his maxim "existence precedes essence" - it was a wake up call for me, I became focused on my mortality and wanted to achieve things that were important for me, as a way of defining myself, before the disease destroys me.
However, this extreme focus on my goals was a fragile position - if the world says no to my objectives, the whole "essence" part collapses - I become nothing. And, of course, the world often says no.
7 years after the diagnosis, the final collapse of my worldview happened - several crushing defeats happened in literally all crucial areas of my life. It's funny that it wasn't the disease that destroyed me, it was my worldview that led to internal breakdown.
And now the funniest part - I now have more than everything I ever wanted, but it means nothing for me. I literally don't care.