I'm caught in a spot in my own life where I've made peace with the fact that life is universally meaningless, but not worthless. This puts me in an even worse position than I was in before I entertained deep, existential, notions like that.
Unfortunately, I have some manner of adrenal fatigue that not only keeps me lethargic every single day of my life, robbing me of my potential for high-level, high-commitment success, but also it keeps me from feeling like I'm "really here". Like there's some sort of buffer, between my mind and body, that gives me an almost solipsistic sense of presence. Not "the world is a simulation" solipsism, more like a sensation that everything I experience is dreamlike and fleeting, like a fog. That puts me in a pretty bad place, because, in spite of my ability to do things (I love woodworking and making shit), I'm always too 'out of it' to actually get stuff done in a timely manner. I put things off, I don't complete my projects, sometimes I don't even get out of bed. Now THAT is what makes me feel worthless. I receive more existential dread from my daily energy level, than the prospect of death itself.
People say "make the most from what you've got", but I can't even do that, and time's not moving any slower.