I feel hopeless, useless, and alone all the time. I know I’m not ‘alone’ because I have many friends who constantly remind me they’re there for me, but I still feel lonely because I’ve tried to explain my sadness at the world (everything - the state of America, the news, my personal life, the personal lives of others) and they don’t seem to understand why I feel so acutely all the time. They say, Why can't I just read a book, go for a walk, try something new?

I haven’t felt good in a very long time, I can’t remember the last time I genuinely smiled or laughed, and every day feels like it has no direction. I’ve always believed the universe takes care of us, but right now I don’t know when I’ll ever feel happy or good. I'm sick of my self-pity but I feel too awful every waking moment of the day.