Recently, I've been a lot more tired. Also, I feel more lethargic. I feel like I'm gaining more mental stability, but seeing a realistic end in sight is something I'm concerned about. I always feel like there is nothing wrong with me and I am sabotaging myself. The other part of me thinks that succeeding is useless and has no meaning because in the end it will end up in death and it has no innate value. Witnessing my parents deaths formed this mindset. I can't stand this mental instability. I've had it for six years after I developed a depression. I have isolated for a year and I don't know how I'm going to be able to step back out into the world determined and stable. My ex girlfriend and I are not together because she thought I was not being serious. I am trying my hardest. This is probably the most difficult time of my life. I don't know where to turn anymore because it seems like people are turning a blind eye. It makes me sick. I wish that I had more confidence that my approach (medication, therapy, and learning) is the best. It's hard to know if it seems like everyone else around me is living a normal life. As I'm typing this, I feel like I'm beating myself up. This has to end someday.