I don't really understand myself
Nice to meet you.
Recently, I've been wondering what I'm living for and whether it's worth living.
I moved away from my parents' house and have been living with him since October, with whom I have been in a relationship for about half a year.
I quit the company I worked for in August, and until now I'm shamefully unemployed and have been supported by him.
We started living together with a promise that the two of us would live while cooperating with money, etc., but as a result, my new job wasn't decided, and I was indebted to him, his parents, and my parents' house a little bit.
I got sick just when I was thinking about going to a new place for an interview, and now I've recovered quite a bit, but I haven't been able to pay properly, and I'm still causing trouble and worry to others, which is very painful.
He and his parents say, “You don't have to be impatient,” “you should work hard from the beginning of the year,” and “they've done the housework properly,” etc., but it's certainly burdensome and painful. There is also myself who is so spoiled by those words that I have become lazy.
Actually, I want to return the favor, and I think I want to do something more, but I can't act well.
Gradually, I began to think about what I was living for when I was only causing useless nuisances...
There are times when I feel alone even though I know I can't be alone even though I have a family member or boyfriend who cares about me.
Until now, I've been doing relaxation work to heal people. Eventually, I wanted to open my own store so that I could heal not only people's bodies but also minds.
But now I feel like I'm getting farther and farther away from there, and I'm in a state where I can't stand it even though I want to do something more for someone. There's no way I can do it even though my heart isn't healthy...
Somehow it's hanging in the air.
I'm sorry for the long sentence because it didn't come together.
