I know the feeling. I had a mental breakdown on my 29th birthday that caused me to quit my job of 5 years soon after. I've been unemployed since, so my 30th was really depressing. I live in my parents' basement and rely on them for everything. Thankfully they're very supportive, almost too much so; they don't charge me rent or anything. I don't have any friends, either. I'm largely isolated, and my parents are the only ones I ever really talk to. I'm still a kissless virgin; I've never even had a serious relationship, and not for lack of trying when I was younger. I'm like the picture-perfect loser, TBH.

At least you've got your Master's degree; that sounds positive. I have a nearly useless Bachelor's in English that I don't know what to do with. I feel terrible guilt all the time because my parents are almost ready to retire and I should be supporting THEM by now, but I'm too useless and broken... And I worry constantly about what will happen in the future.