Stop complaining. I am the same age as you, plus or minus a year. I am homeless, destitute, and broke. No assets at all, no retirement at all. Not even a car, or even a bicycle. I don't have a bank account. I was top of my class in (engineering major at a t{1,2} uni). Failed startup, sabotaged startup, victim of crimes and false criminal accusations. Now, no wife, no future. I fight suicidal urges constantly and keep a method handy in case things get bad enough. My means to survive are limited to none, and my future is bleak.
I write this comment to you from a public library with no clean clothes, food stamps that will run out well before they refill, a disability that cannot be properly treated, and a totally ruined career trajectory.
Stop fucking complaining. Cherish what you have. Focus on your physical health. Go walk 10 miles a day -- EVERY DAY -- for a year. Yes, that is over 3,500 miles. Get good shoes and stretch often; eat clean. Flush those damn meds in the process. Then report back.
I write this comment to you from a public library with no clean clothes, food stamps that will run out well before they refill, a disability that cannot be properly treated, and a totally ruined career trajectory.
Stop fucking complaining. Cherish what you have. Focus on your physical health. Go walk 10 miles a day -- EVERY DAY -- for a year. Yes, that is over 3,500 miles. Get good shoes and stretch often; eat clean. Flush those damn meds in the process. Then report back.