I feels as though a rug has been pulled out from under me. For a while i finally felt like i was capable to do anything i could put my mind to which has been foreign to me up until that point. I was in a 3 year relationship, had a job where i could be myself and had coworkers who became my best friends, I moved out of my parents house, had my own cat, my own autonomy, it was amazing. i was finally someone who could get up for work, do chores, and not be in a constant depressive state. Then one day, i decided i didn't love him anymore. I broke up with him and then had to move back in with my parents. Shortly after i got fired from my job, the place that didn't feel like work, somewhere i could see the people i love the most and just be. Now i'm back home, i had a job for a little while but quit because my depression got to be too much, the people that were my everything haven't reached out to me and it hurts even more. I'm stuck. I'm alone. It's been a year now. I am so lost...