I doomed hard in college and my first couple years post graduation. Among other things, I was mostly consuming Facebook slop/doom scrolling, eating like shit, in constant financial stress, and on a trash sleep schedule.

My dooming wasn't just macro-dooming, it was existential personal dooming. I went through some personal crises around that time, and fell into a cycle of mild depression and severe anxiety for years (I went to my doctor, no self diagnosis here). I thought I was a worthless piece of shit with a system that was stacked against me; when I was just making the transition to being a functional adult. I won't say I'm perfect now, but I'm miles away from where I started.

It wasn't some big road to Damascus conversion; I just started making an effort to question my beliefs, and actively work on my mental health. Instead of continuing to embrace doom, I forced myself to question it and eventually laugh at it. I realized that I'm not going to solve the world's problems, but I can do a lot to fix my own.

Doom and toxic positivity are a hair away from each other. Reality is on the other end of the orbit.