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I've was in a similar situation to yours, where I thought I had it all but my soul was empty, and what I found that helped was reading massive amounts of books (usually philosophy), slowly start writing/creating works of art (sometimes publishing it online) and slightly secluding myself from my loved ones. Just enough where it wouldn't be noticed, but where I could keep my newfound activities to myself. It felt good.I’m really failing to see the point anymore. I exercise like a fiend, live with someone I love, have hobbies, touch grass, and still when I look inside my soul it’s like a void with a single tumbleweed just bouncing by. I sit in front of my stop-feeling-sad light and am on my third brand of brain pills and I might as well be throwing back tic-tacs for all the good they do me.
I’m not going to do anything because a) I’m a coward and b) I have people that care about me and as bad as I feel I sure as shit don’t want to pass bad feelings off to them. I just have to look in the mirror for another forty years and see nothing looking back
Also, I ain't no doc but a lot of the times those brain meds make you feel worse than you actually should. I'm also not a anti-medical nut or whatever, but when I was cut off my meds as a teen I was forced to rapidly self-improve and placate my depression and anxiety. Those folks before that lived before pills were invented dealt with their mental states somehow, and I think we can too.
Of course this is moot if you have a severe psychiatric condition like schizophrenia or bi-polar disorder,