/lit/ - Literature

Accepting our inherently gruesome world seems impossible because every part of life sucks all energy out of you. I have tried to practice acceptance of aspects which are beyond my control, e.g. my horrendous genetics, my abusive childhood or all the pain this unlucky existence carries. However, it did absolutely nothing. I can barely get out of bed and cook myself dinner. Started university last year in march, lockdown hit, made no friends and have been completely alone since then. There is no control over meeting people as lockdown continues in my country.
How did the stoics do it? Epictetus even was a slave, probably had it far worse than me, yet I am the one getting crushed by this life. I don't want to give up, I just want it to be a little bit better. Please help, anons. I am very sad.