/lit/ - Literature

/wg/, I just realized that I honestly have no idea if my MC counts as a chosen one or not. What do I do?

The more I write, the harder writing gets. the more I push myself the harder I have to push. I've tried I've tried reaching out for help, I've tried taking breaks, I've tried exercising, meditating, word-vomiting and more. I've even tried taking pills for adhd and depression. Nothing works.

The more you practice the easier it's supposed to get. The smarter you are the faster you're supposed to learn. I can't give up anymore. I'd rather die than admit defeat. Still I have to ask: What sort of retard gets worse the more they practice?

Is there really a point to living past your mid-20s? Once your brain stops growing and loses its plasticity all that's left is ~60 years of accellerating human decay. The only reason retirees feel happier is they no longer have enough braincells to remember what they lost

I turned 30 a few weeks ago and I've alreay lost my passion, creativity, and curiosity. I'm miserable constantly and I live in fear of what the decomposition of my mind will take next. I want to die but now I'm realizing that I never even really got the chance to live

Is there any reason not to kill yourself before the rot takes you

Are there nonfiction books about influential writers, artists or scientists who really were just normal people until their their 30s? No publishing their first novel at 17, no solving unsolvable math problems at 25, no bluffing their way into prestigious art shows or anything like that. Just regular people

>"if you're burned out on writing, then take a break"

cool. I'm taking a break. now what? I don't enjoy reading. I barely enjoy most of my other hobbies. the ones I do enjoy I can only manage 4 hours of a week at most. my antidepressants are as high as they'll go. I can feel time slipping through my fingers and once its gone I can't get it back.

i know there's no purpose to life except that which we create for ourselves. I'm acutely aware of it in fact, because I've put my purpose on hold and see nothing else worth replacing it with. I can't live hedonistically because I don't enjoy things, and I cant kill myself because I have principles and refuse to do that to the family members who rely on me. I only exist in two states: squandering what little time I have and being productive but exhausting myself

what *should* I be doing with my time?