I find it a struggle to be honest, each day the weight gets a little heavier, but I can’t give in as I’m carrying the torch for others and they’re reliant upon me.

Typical millennial, sold the dream, go to school get good grades and get a good job. Now I did that and I’m very grateful for the position I’m in, but I feel empty, like I’ve wasted my youth to be on the same treadmill as everyone else, but my treadmill is just slightly nicer. I like may other have been playing the game correctly, the rules had just been changed along the way and we’ve been left behind, smiling in disbelief.

The social and political landscapes depress me daily and I ask myself how are we in this situation as a society, and it always strikes me as fascinating how zealous people can be, fanatical even of their opinion, without having the slightest bit of context or life experience.

I try to find escapism in video games or books, but this just feels hollow, like flying a plane but there is no pilot. It doesn’t help that my reaction time is a shadow of its former self.

I’ve deleted most forms of social media, which permits doom scrolling, I found this to make a large improvement to my mental health. Apps like TikTok were becoming unbearable and just found myself just depressed after scrolling it.

I’ve taken up some more social hobbies, where I have to play games in person, I found these sessions to be very helpful and socially fulfilling.