Is it normal that i wish cancer on myself sometimes?
I'm mid-thirties, female, single, no kids. I have a phone/social media/gaming addiction that morphs into other unhealthy life coping strategies if I deprive myself of the aforementioned. After a long bout, I look at my day and think, 'What was the point of all that?' and I get the existential dread that comes when you know you've just wasted your life.
After 3 or so hours' gaming I feel awkward about just being alive at all. Like, the whole structure of my day is gone. For three hours or so I abdicated from life, and now I'm back and I've got to spend my time adulting. What could that possibly involve in the few hours left in the day? What am I even supposed to do with myself? What will the consequences of not using my time as wisely as other mid-thirties women, be? While I was gaming, what was I supposed to be doing? How much crap am I setting myself up for by throwing my time away? Sometimes I feel like 24 hours is way, way too long for a day to last; other times it feels way too short.
And then I get like, 'Yeah, I've had fun but I can't see any worthwhile future in this. Now body, can you just hurry up and get cancer and die already? That would make everything so much less complicated.'.
Anyone relate?