I don’t mean like how happy you are today. I mean overall, are you satisfied with everything you are up until this point? For me, for an example, I have a decent job that keeps my head just above water. I have a loving family that I see every couple months or weeks. I have the freedom to do what I want, when I want. But, overall, I’m sort of lonely and exhausted from constantly working. So, on a scale of 1 to 10, I’m about a 6.
Anxiety, autism, depression, overweight, friends only exist online, too socially anxious to make friends locally, work an ok job that maybe could afford a studio apartment, gf lives on the other side of the country, never moved out of my parents house, most likely have added a small bit of separation anxiety to the mix…
Probably like a 4/10
I’d say 8/10.
No real issues honestly, just chilling after graduating high school and soon getting into uni. Been eating a lot better too, since I’ve got a ton of time to experiment with easy and dirt cheap breakfasts mainly which are barely processed. Ive also been able to experiment with my massive fixation on technology, although I don’t have many more computers I can experiment with unless I quietly snatch a surface pro 4 from the storage room or smth.
What bugs me however, is how family members don’t really care when dozens of noises are occurring at once, like my dad with the tv on while also watching tiktoks, and that it seems nobody else but I get stressed and overstimulated from it. Due to this (and dozens of other things), I’ve suspected I’m autistic for like a year now, and I’ve been going good with cataloguing the reasons and doing official tests on it.
Probably 5/10
Good job, shit love life, decent family life, good friends, the rest of the world is fucked to no end
-10
9/10. Love it. Great country, great family, lots of freedoms, and safe. I just wish the winters weren’t so long.
If I had been asked this fifteen years ago, I’d have said 0/10. I was a time bomb. I quite literally wanted to die and take everyone with me. I was in a marriage with a spouse who was emotionally, physically, and sexually abusive. We had two kids I couldn’t summon the ability to be a good father to because my mental health was in the toilet. I had the career I thought I had always wanted but I dreaded going to work because I was surrounded by hostility by absolutely everyone I served. And I was not earning enough to make any of this bearable. I slogged through my waking hours filled with a rage and hate that was getting harder and harder to keep bottled up.
Eventually I did implode, and it was extremely ugly, and I ended up involuntarily institutionalized for a couple years. Spouse made it all about her and managed to convince everyone in her circle that she was the hero and I was the villain and turned everyone against me, including my kids.
I was in pretty intense therapy for a few years, and during that time I learned a lot not only about myself, but about the people in my life, and what they actually were. I put that knowledge to work once I was in a position to put my life back together.
Today I have a new home, new job, and new friends and family connections that include almost no one from my past. The hardest part is living with the regret of the damage I did to people who didn’t deserve it at the time. But today I have a new son, and while I wish I could have made my relationship with his mom work, at least we still get along and coparent well. New job is demanding of my time but I’m good at it, am respected by my coworkers, and enjoy the work. I give it a solid 7/10 and improving slowly. But man I low-crawled though Hell to get here.
0/10 - Cancer surgery in 11 days.
Don’t know if it helps, but having had cancer, it’s not the worst thing out there.
I’d rank years of dialysis higher, for example.
Death of a loved one too, easily.
With the cancer, you either know you’ll die fast and even get an estimate. But other stuff just slowly kills you and robs you of years of opportunity you can never get back, and you don’t know if you might die next month, next week, or next year.
Getting a chance to know you’re dying is a luxury, by few realize it. Heck even the foresight of it the possibility is. But the long term stuff? The slow, unsure deaths? That’s… Well, like I said, I don’t know if it helps, but I’ll say it could be much, much, much worse. Consider you’ll have time to prepare at least. It’s not much, it’s still a shit situation. Don’t know if you had the chemo yet and yeah, that’s pretty shit. But maybe realizing you have preparation time and a pretty black and white outcome can raise that 0 to a 1 or 2.
I see the clippy
O7 hope all goes well because we can’t afford to lose soldiers
Hopefully it all goes well! How would you rate it if it’s a successful procedure and you recover completely ?
3/10 - My parents had a lot of mental health issues and 30 years later I still feel so confused about relationships and misunderstood when I try to communicate or connect with people. I was taught not to enforce my boundaries and a group of people in my life took advantage of that in ways that still bring me emotional pain regularly. It’s been 10 years since the last time I felt close to someone but my heart tragically begs me for that connection daily. Somehow I was still an optimist trying to give others hope for the future and help them solve their problems until a few years ago. I stopped feeling like a part of my family or community and I’ve been struggling to find a path back. I don’t even feel connected to my kitty anymore.
I’ll finish a game that I’ve lost to be sportsmanlike, and that’s where I’m at in general
Well, I have a job, a roof over my head, food in my fridge, and for the first time in my entire life I’ve the ability to actually start doing hobbies and figure out what I actually like and who I am and I’m not being entirely held back by finances or people, although I’m still in a very financially tight spot. So I’m blessed for that.
On the other hand, my first waking thought every day is how lonely I am, it’s always the thing that keeps me awake, and I can’t sleep more than an hour or so at a time without waking up having panic attacks because I’m so miserable and alone. It’s not even about being in a relationship, I don’t even have a single friend anymore that I can just send a text to or talk to about something funny that happened in my day or anything. I’m so fucking lonely. I just want someone who will tell me about their day and share memes with me or something and make me feel like I’m not alone on this damned earth.
Depressed, 3/10.
Idk how to be independent so I’m stuck with my family of origin.
Anxious all the time, hearing Cantonese being spoken triggers me.
One thing I do appreciate is somehow the universe let me out of China, so now at least I can watch Youtube videos in depression, can’t imagine having to live behind the firewall. I personally didn’t even have internet when I was in China.
Could be worse so… eh…
FUCK TRUMP FUCK XI FUCK PUTIN
DOWN WITH THE CCP
DEATH TO XI JINPING
Lol that feels so good, this would’ve been illegal to say in China xD
My mom used to be 70% love 30% abuse, now its like 20% love 80% abuse. My older brother acts so threatening.
Seriously, if I had an older sister instead, maybe it would be more peaceful. I feel like males are just so aggressive, and I’m saying this as a dude…
well I mean my mom is also aggressive so… eh… idk honestly.
2/10 now that I have talk about it and it make me more depressed and I just feel like my soul melted into a puddle of depression again.
Don’t be sad, you’re based as fuck. You already told us a bunch about yourself and from all that you really couldn’t be very happy right now.
If it helps in any way, I think you’re making the most out of the things that improve your mood, because after all the shit that went on in your life, I’d score a 0/10 if I were you.
Really not good, maybe a 2 or 3. I’m not in debt or physically ill or anything but other than that I’m really struggling.
My life feels like it hasn’t really started yet, but I’m in my late 20s already. Never been in a real relationship, never done anything meaningful in my life, I’ve always had friends but never really been close with anyone. I’m going back and forth between being intensely exhausted by work and just getting through the week, and then being really depressed and just trying to get through the weekend.
I feel like I’ve already missed out on so much of life, (living with extreme anxiety, living as the wrong gender, etc has kept me from most meaningful milestones in life) and I don’t want to miss the rest of it, but I feel like that’s what I’m doing every day. Part of me still believes that I can still do great things, and that I can love and be loved, but I’m too afraid and in too much pain to really change anything.
I know these words won’t mean all that much, because you’ve probably heard the same a few times, but it’s never too late, and you are still pretty young tbh.
I was in a similar space, and finally came out and started transition in my mid 30s. My verve for life has completely turned around, I’m now starting to feel excited and happy like I remember from being when I was much younger. I want to do things again!
I’m not going to say that I dont long for a childhood or experiences that I feel I missed out on because I was the wrong gender, but at least I ca go forward now with excitement.
My life totally turned around, from a near alcoholic in an abusive relation ship on the edge of suicide, to a woman who has fun, has interesting new relationships, and a desire to find out what the future brings.
Good luck, and I hope you find what you need.
Honestly? The last few years have been like a slow motion Trainwreck. My wife developed serious chronic health issues a few years ago and I’ve been unemployed for almost a year and a half. We’ve gone from being in a very good financial position to being virtually bankrupt. It has not been a good time.
I’ve gone through very similar experiences, I actually never pulled out and ended up basically losing everything. Started over a few years back.
I mean, it all fucking sucks but I think after actually facing the worst-cases and living through it, you feel far less anxious about a lot of the smaller stuff.
But if I could recommend one thing, it would be consider looking into therapy ahead of time and making time for it. Being a caregiver and having the full responsibility on your shoulders to make things work is more than traumatic, it can destroy you. PTSD is a constant presence in my life and it doesn’t work like media portrays it, it’s just a constant, gnawing anxiety and despair that doesn’t go away even when things are fine. Your brain keeps looking for reasons for the feelings and throws you all kinds of narratives that you have to manually address and squash down every day or it will spiral in your mind and get worse and worse. Not fun. Would not recommend.
I’ve been seriously thinking I need to go back to therapy. Thanks for the motivation!
2/10
if it weren’t for the slight sliver of hope I still desperately cling onto that my kids still have the possibility to have a happier experience with life than I had, I would’ve taken the express route off this ride years ago.
I was just a few dotted I’s and crossed t’s into finishing a plan when I learned I was having twins. So now I stick around, trying my best to give them the best experience with life that I possibly can. I’m not great at it, my personal life isn’t any better, I still hate everyone in this terrible world, but seeing them happy makes me smile. So there’s that.
I’m doing pretty well, all things considered. I’m married to my best friend, we have a house, own two cars outright. We have enough land for a nice little garden, a nice garage I can work on projects in. We make over the median household income but my job isn’t particularly stressful. We have decent savings, can afford to go on a couple trips every year, unexpected expenses don’t totally ruin us. I have time and money to pursue my interests and treat myself to tools and books.
Sure my life could be better, but I’m pretty happy overall.
