I've spent the majority of my life with severe depression and anxiety. I was stuck shoving my way through school and learning many things that I had no interest in. Any class I thought would be creative, such as art, were shot down by following styles closely and sticking to a strict theme or the class was covered in history which didn't really affect what I wanted to do. Pushing through stuff I felt was useless for so long made me feel there was nothing I could do to enjoy life. Why couldn't I focus on any of my interests?
What do you do if pushing through this useless knowledge leaves no hope for a future you're interested in living for?
I had to find hope elsewhere. Some reason to live. I won't trouble people with long stories I guess. Just know years of being used, lied to, tricked, cheated on, mentally abused, and loosing any ability to trust is what I've gone through from my search in anything I could call hope. My hope now is a future... Some friends, a job I can have interest in, and a hobby or two online.... My friends are what keep me alive. They are what gives me hope.