I guess my anxiety and nerves are so obvious.. I do not fit in this world to work a 'straight' job. But, I am going to have to work somewhere. I have bills and living expenses. I just wish a truck would slam into me while I am driving... just something to take me on out...
But I keep fucking waking up every day!
Once, more than ten years ago, my boss sat me down and said: You have the excellent qualities and skills x, y, z and the entire alphabet for this job, but you are just different from the rest of the staff. You go and pack and leave right now. I made a serious attempt three days later, only failed because I did not know how to kill myself properly.
That has changed. It's not easy and does not happen by taking a fucking walk and talking about your childhood, but it can change. I suspect you have much potential that would just now be wasted on a truck. There is no shame in being too tired to go through that change, either. But I hope you can give it a go.