I've had the realization that I genuinely don't know what I even like these days. Put simply, everything either provokes no form of emotion, or stresses me out WAY too easily; writing? I've got writer's block. Games? Everything's either infected with wokeshit, plain boring, or I've already played to death. Television? Either wokeshit or depression. Outdoor activities? Nothing to do on my end, not helped with the weather. Friends and Family? Everyone's busy and/or can't be reached.
It's not just activities, either; I can't even think of what my favorite things are. Found I couldn't list my favorite foods or places when I got asked, could barely even think of what I really enjoyed. Everything just feels... depressing these days. Probably doesn't help that I'm currently out of a job and getting near-continuously pestered to find a new one, like it's supposed to just pop up out of thin air.
Talking with my family doesn't help. "Other people have had it harder than you", "You better be thankful you have anything you spoiled brat", "Just grow up and be happy", "It's your fault you can't find a job with that college degree", that sort of shit.