Rock
bottom is sitting in your one bedroom flat at 25 years old, eating the last bit of peanut
butter with a spoon for dinner because you haven't had the mental energy to buy groceries in a month, reminiscing about how you used to at least know people in
college even if you didn't ever talk or hang out much, staring listlessly at your steam library but not seeing anything that looks
fun and spending the evening dicking around on
reddit before going to bed too late, getting up for
work at 6AM feeling like death, sitting in a noisy office for nine hours while getting maybe two hours of work done, spending the entire day just wanting to go home, but when you do finally go home you don't have the energy or motivation to do any of the things that used to interest you and you spend another evening doing
nothing while getting a chronic sense of emptiness and unease about the fact that you're wasting your few free hours before going back to bed and starting the cycle over, and this lifestyle continues for months and years as the days start to all blend together in your memory and you feel like the last
time you did anything of note with your life was receiving your college degree.
