I often get stuck in the mentality of "Just make it to Friday" or "Just make it to the end of the day". Lately I feel everything to be pointless. I don't really feel comfortable talking to my step parent about this, and my therapist doesn't help. My medicine barely helps, things I use to enjoy just quicken the pace of my down ward spiral. I've tried so many things and talked to so many people about how I feel, but none of it changes. The longer I live the more I hate leaving the house and just hate people in general. Nothing brings me joy anymore and nothing gives me feeling. I feel the more i'm around people the more I feel alone. So, here's hoping someone on this god forsaken planet has something to say about this.