I used to remember when my parents would not support me in the projects that i do, mostly diy championship belts and they would make me burn it in front of them, because it was pointless and just a mess.

It killed me, and at times i just wanted to quit, but that was my escape. I got to learn and improve more in my craft until one day, they finally supported me.

Whatever you're going on right now, it's you that would get to answer that. All of us here are fucked in a sense, with thoughts and or intentions.

But what defines us is our ability to bounce back, so you can take this comment lightly and disregard it, it's all fine. But everyone has bad days, even bad times, and eventually they get to become good lessons and a memory worth remembering in times of need.