Maybe nobody will read this but I'll just say it. I have been nice and hardworking all my life. But there is always a big piece missing and that is me, the relaxed, friendly me. Because all the burdens and responsibilities were always on me. To the extent I had been left home alone until late evenings since 5 years old. My parents do not deserve their name, one ("mother) tries to control everything and isolates and never took care of me or empathised in an appropriate way. She stifles relationships and everything. Even sexuality is affected. A strong male figure would/could have helped so much and could help me and bring me out of all this. Well, the other parent (not with her) is a waste of space and does not even save money should I need it. People say "don't complain, go and live your own life now, earn some money". It doesn't help. I'm hardly existing. It's getting hard to sleep or eat properly. For the past years, since I got panic attacks at one point, I had been moving erratically trying to find who would be with me/where I feel ok by myself, or have been at stations for some periods or hostels. I feel too bad to settle. I tried mental health programs but as soon as you leave, you are alone ... so far, only some contacts have made it any better. And even this is not enough ... Because I need someone to be with for a while, who could help me be me and get a feeling what this means, and "to live". I don't need a bunch of work first to get even more lost though I will need to work soon. This is worse than a dog. I can't take care of my survival, my future AND be me. I can't do it all alone nor are friends enough. No one calls me, worries about me, makes me do anything at all (just left on my own) or gives advice. Despite all my hard work, no one cares how I am, where I am or if it will follow up or not. There is nothing to do to make anyone care or take notice. Once I trashed the house and all that happened was "sad acceptance" from mother (another way of trying to erase who you are) and me being taken to a mental hospital. No one in my family said a word about that. Even if you do everything their way, you end up the loser because it stays like that. It's a big, fat nothing. It's a barren, discounting desert of relatives. She listens to what you say but interesting, it always stays just like that. She doesn't care about you or your health or future enough to take action - the only person who could.
I cannot live like this because it feels like an empty hell. If you have something serious to say/advise, go ahead.