Even IF you somehow manage to navigate today’s maze of failures, rejections and heartbreak, what is your reward? To live yet another day in misery? To wait until climate change, war or disease does away with us?
A reward would be to be able to rest. I don’t mean death per sé, but it seems like that’s the only real-life thing left available to people like us.
Yes, yes, I know very well that “if nothing has meaning, YOU get to choose the meaning”. Except I don’t. Maybe if I was rich or powerful. But I’m poor, in poor health and powerless.
I read Camus’ Sisiphus, and I, for one, cannot possibly imagine him happy.
Losing enjoyment in activities you previously did enjoy is a very common symptom of a depressive episode (as is everything else you’ve said), so please contact your doctor and see if you can get assessed. I don’t know what country you’re in, but I hope you’re somewhere you’re able to access the help you need.
I’m sure if your leg stopped working you’d go see the doctor, this is no different.
Who gives a shit what they think. If you enjoy something, and it doesn’t harm anyone else, then why should their opinion matter?
This sucks, but it wasn’t your fault. Accidents happen, and you’re not the first, or last, person who will have done this. I understand why you feel like shit, and it’s OK to feel like shit when something bad happens, but you can also forgive yourself for mistakes.
You’re clearly not an amateur if you have 10 years professional experience. You’re literally a professional by definition, your current skill level is valuable, and proves you are indeed good with computers.
Comparison is the thief of joy. No matter what you do, statistically speaking there will always be people better than you, and people worse than you. If you define good by the abilities of the exceptional you will most likely never be good enough. By all means identify areas you can improve, and even use other people as role models for that area, but artificially reducing your abilities is essentially a form of self harm. You’re making yourself feel bad as a punishment.
Accepting that no one is perfect, how are you measuring quality or standard of life for your family? Is it a realistic standard? For example, it’s likely unrealistic to have a standard where you were always at home, and able to focus on your families needs, but also earning enough money for them to be without wants.
This also sucks, but there’s nothing you can do here besides making good use of the time you have left. What would that be, for you, and for them?
I get that, truly, and I think is another reason you need to speak to medical professionals.