That goofy, fun loving person that I remember I used to be is now replaced with a quiet, cynical shut in. My dream of living in a house I own is forever gone. Debt, disease in the family, the onset of potential wars, and the cost of just being alive have pushed that fun loving person down into a deep dark hole. I used to live in fear of the world ending in fire but now, as fucked up as it may sound, I kind of sympathize with the villains in movies. The world has gotten to the point, in my opinion, that shit needs to burn to make way for a new world. This world is just too fucked up beyond repair. It needs a hard reset. So, you’re not alone. The mental health has taken a nose dive and hit every branch of the ugly tree on its way down.
I wouldn’t feel anything, quite honestly. My parents did a pretty awesome job and I don’t really care much for money. So, I’d be okay. It’s be cool knowing I could’ve had a ton of cash but I’ve seen what people with money do in my own personal life so it wouldn’t bother me.