yet another depressed individual
Where do I start. Old person, broke person. In many ways. Just turned 30 and realized...I have no control over my life and I dont see where do I gain it neither.
I'm at the lowest I've been since 2007. Back then, I lost my job at the time and got into couple of nasty fights with my friends, all while I was still living with my parents. When the "drama" happened, I felt completely useless individual and decided to stay in my room all day, playing computers and sleeping till noon. Apart from occasional "get out of your room", parents didnt' really care about how am I spending my time or what's wrong with me.
Eventually I met this girl one random night and couple of months later we began to date. Further down the line, I told her I want us to live together so I moved to her city on a whim and with little savings that I had, I started looking for a job. Eventually landed one, pretty good one I might add. Life started to look really pinky and happy. I was paid good, not great and nothing spectacular, but enough that we can go out shopping, short trips, and we didn't stress about money at all.
But then it all changed when company shut down literally over night, and after 3 years, I was left without a job. That's when my confidence started to plummet. At that time, apart doing my main - dayjob, I had a sidejob with an acquaintance of mine. I thought the project will succeed and I'll get some good money from it. That's what both of our plan was. And since the acquaintance lived 5 miles from my parents house...I decided to pack up from the town and take my GF to my parents house. It's hard to describe my parents relationship in couple of sentences, but I'll try. Ever since I remember myself they've been going at each other, verbally. They really couldn't and still can't stand each other, yet both of them run the "family" business and live in the same house. But trust me when I say, they can't be at the same table for 10 minutes. My father spends his days in his one room apartment in the basement of the house, and my mom lives upstairs. It's bizzare.
I don't know what was I thinking when I told her that we are moving. We cancelled the apartment and headed back to my parents house. Immediately I felt some kind of tension between my mother and my sister towards my GF and me, since my room is right next to the living room - and that's where my mom and my sister spent their days, without "me" or anyone else distracting their peace I guess.
It all went sour when my mom and my sister refused to speak to my GF. My GF and I didn't use the kitchen or the living room, we were eating out and staying in my room the whole time. I remember being happy at that time because I had this vision that the sideproject will be successful and I thought I was getting paid for the first time in my life, almost to "escaping the rat race" kind of money. I clearly remember having a high sex drive back then.
But eventually, then the stress of the house transferred on to me. The project dwindled, our savings dwindled and I didn't want to expose my GF to that environment any more. She told me her aunt could rent us her apartment in the city and we moved in there. We were late on first 2 rents due to being jobless but eventually I landed a job in my niche, although it payes half of what I was getting on my previous job. My GF went to finish her practice teaching in school, even though she doesn't want to do that for a living.
And for the last couple of months, it's rinse repeat. I get home sort of late, with no ambition to do anything, and no money to go anywhere. My GF comes earlier but I feel as if she's just spending her time doing nothing whole day. This worries me. I worry me. We are stuck and none of us is pushing each other forward. I lost my sex drive. I can't utter anything "sexual" to her. I cringe at myself after I jack off to porn, sometimes I quit before I even finish, it just feels like a pathetic thing to do sometimes.
I'm broke, because I live check to check. If something happens financially, I don't know how will I pull out of it. I'm applying for better jobs, but it doesn't happen overnight, no luck yet. When I see a friend of mine doing whatever he is doing that makes him happy, especially if it means creative expression, I get jealous. I feel like like is passing me by. I don't have the guts to put myself out there because I'm scarred and my self esteem basically doesn't exist. Some of my friends, same age as me, have families, some have nice cars, I don't have nothing. My GF asks me about marriage from time to time. But I don't want to get married to anyone, case in point ; looking at my parents.
My GF's mom is a very afraid kind of person, very prone to self-pity and I can't help it to feel some kind of resentment or frustration when she speaks. She never encourages her daughter to do anything, as long as she has whatever job she's fine, she's the type to keep head down, pass through life unnoticed, complain about the weather, winter, spring, daily news, that kind of things. I'm afraid that my GF doesn't turn to that one day.
At this point, I'm feeling the worst I ever had in 10 years, definitely. And I don't know how to help it. So please help me.