I (29m) lost both parents in the last year, as well as some friends and a pet. I was also injured and couldn't walk for 8 months. I dedicated the last 4 years of my life to taking care of my parents and their individual needs.

Now that I'm living my own life again, I feel empty and without purpose. I'm having to fight and struggle to get an income going so I can get my own place. I'm couch surfing at a friend's for now. Most days, I'm not even sure what I'm fighting for. I don't want anything from this world. I just don't want to be in pain. I don't feel like living, but I don't want to die.

But the general callousness of everyday people is difficult on me. The slightest bit of negativity sends me over the edge to wishing I didn't have to live. I'm getting some help. I'm on antidepressants and I talk to someone monthly. But it feels like nothing is enough. I don't know what to do. I don't want this black hole inside me to destroy what's left of my life.