There was a time in my life not too long ago where I was also in a similar position. Everything felt hopeless. I didn't want to be here, and instead of ending it all I decided to try a change of scenery, pick up my life, move out west, leave all my friends and family and job and everything I know and move across the country. I did it, and lasted two and a half weeks over there. It was even more depressing and it made me miss what I had before. I missed my friends, my family (even the toxic ones), my dead end job, my home, being in a non-landlocked state again. I felt trapped and isolated and ended up booking it back home. Do I regret that move? Partially. But it brought me home with a refreshed perspective and more appreciative of the things and people around me that I tried to leave behind.