my psychiatrist is great but she's all sEt ConCrete gOaLs and wHaT hAvE yOu DOnE iN tHE LasT tHrEe mOnTHs I still have my job and I'm bathing regularly isn't that enough
Something that helps me in this regard is thinking this, "If I were born a peasant 500 years back, would they talk to me about what to do or just beat me until I did it or died"? It helps me do stuff at least, but certainly doesn't help me liking it.
Yeah. Life's not very helfpful. It won't stop fucking with you until you're dead. It only got better for me for decades of working and saving money. Money is the score of this life game we're playing.