I consider myself cured of my depression which I’m grateful for. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m a very lonely person and that I’ve never truly been satisfied with most of my friendships. I just received news that my grandmother is likely terminally ill and I don’t have any friends that I feel comfortable talking to about this. It seems like I constantly have to work myself to death with the only reward being more haters that doubt my success while everything I care about slowly slips away. The world’s existence is a constant reminder of evil to manifest itself. Not even having to remind you of current geopolitics. God save us all.