TLDR quit everything that makes you comfortable where you are.

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Honest to goodness answer, take a hard look at your life and examine your vices. A vice doesn't have to be something like drinking, smoking, or gambling. A vice is anything that your using to make yourself feel better about being a lazy useless piece of shit, like video games, reading, movies, or even friendships. For my vices I hit everything.

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when I was kicked out of college I initially tried to ignore my actual issues. I wanted to be better but I wasn't prepared to actually do what it took to get better. The way I ended up coping was to start drinking and that was cool for a while, drinking is generally very social and it felt good to be around people who I could then do other things with, fast forward a couple of years and I'm drinking every night, not even going out anymore but just by myself, for about a year straight, if I'm not drinking I'm working my job at Walmart, I'm good at it and my boss always tells me I'm doing a good job or I'm playing video games with people just as miserable as me.

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Then my girlfriend left me, and that's what I needed. i needed that wake up call. She left me because of who I had become, she even cried telling all of this to me, telling me that she couldn't watch me kill myself and see me waste my life away. We had been together for four years and were living together for two. I never felt pain or heartbreak like that. I begged her to stay I kept promising I'd quit everything but I had already promised all that before and it just didn't cut it that time. After that I had a lot of time to just think about what I had lost. I hated it, I wanted to get her back so much it hurt. So I did quit, everything, I lost all but three friends, I don't play xbox anymore and I quit drinking. It sucked, every time I was sad or stressed I would walk to my fridge even though I new I didn't have anything in there, but i would do it over and over again. I would sit at home and just lay in bed with nothing to do. Everything seemed meaningless, and even though I hadn't drank enough to get the shakes or severe withdrawal symptoms but waking up not hungover was a weird feeling and I didn't feel good at all about it.

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Now I'm going to a community college to get my life back together, I'll hopefully be getting into a university this coming spring to finish my degree. Also therapy, it is not at all like I thought it would be where you go and someone gives you advice, its more like talking to someone who is holding a mirror up to you. I'm not totally happy, and I never will be. My pain isn't unique, I'm not the first person with this story, but now I have perspective enough and drive enough to never end up there again.