That sounds pretty terrible. Venting can help sometimes so I say vent away (the amount of rants I’ve gone on in my day is something).
I’m going to give you some crappy advice that is going to suck, but it’s something anyways.
The opposite of despair is not happiness, it’s not love, it’s hope. Despair is the loss of hope. I think you have many legitimate reasons to feel despair.
Now you have to ask yourself a difficult question, what do you want for your life? I’m going to let you know that in this situation, despair has a good chance of winning if you just see what happens. Despair has a chance of winning if you fight.
I struggled with alcohol when I was younger. I remember having to have a similar dialogue with myself. I remember thinking that alcohol was going to win and for some reason or another that made me upset. I’m a competitive person I suppose, and so the idea that I would lose to a chemical made me think. Alcohol winning the contest of what I was going to do that evening started off inevitable. And if I had done nothing alcohol would have won my entire life by now. I remember feeling a deep sense of despair and shame, I was the one actually pouring it into my mouth after all.
I remember thinking one day, what do I want out of life? It was easy when I thought about what I wanted that evening for alcohol to win, but at a long enough timescale no one is thinking “I’d like to die young from complications from alcohol abuse.” So it was easy for me to win when I thought bigger.
And I thought about the things I hoped to accomplish and I realized that I would have to really fundamentally change my life to make those happen. And then I dedicated myself to that task. It was not a miraculous one day event. It took time and effort and I had set backs, but today I’m winning and not the alcohol.
Despair though almost got me. It’s like freezing to death in a way, you can feel the peril you are in but in a strange way it’s comfortable. Getting out of the cold feels impossible and you are tired and it would just be easier to close your eyes and give in.
It was only when I told myself that I refused to give up that I could start making a plan to get out of the cold.
I don’t know what getting out of the cold looks like for you. Maybe it’s getting out of the city you are in, maybe the country. Maybe it’s finding people that aren’t awful, where ever they might be. Maybe it’s finding peace inside yourself and joy from within.
The thing that makes me hopeful is that someone who has given up wouldn’t make this post in the first place. They wouldn’t read the replies. They wouldn’t vent. There is a spark in you yet that is telling you not to lay down in the snow and close your eyes.
A shame someone donated garbage