My life as of recently has been at a downward spiral. It could definitely be worse but I just hate life everyday with no motivation anymore. So I started to think “when was the last time I was genuinely happy?” And honestly I have no idea. I think back and can’t remember one moment I enjoyed life for myself without worrying that things will end badly. Even as a kid I really only did things for other people not because it made me happy but because that’s just what I thought you were suppose to do. Now that I’m becoming more independent I’m realizing I’ve only lived for other people and not myself. Kinda sucks. I’m sorry if you feel like this.