In a wierd way, I hate empathy. I think I have too much empathy And it’s really getting me down. I work at a elderly care home. Theirs so much suffering. People suffering from dementia, strokes, cancer and the depression that comes with it. Then I Have my group therapy where theirs people suffering with bipolar, ptsd and bpd (which I also suffer from). So many residents of the care home dying. I’m just sitting here pondering the pointlessness and suffering of life. I’m not suse I can live in a world with so much suffering. I’m emotionally drained, my bpd is destroying me. I hurt myself and take drugs to numb it all, It seems I need drugs to feel happy, Cus nothing in reality makes me happy. It’s just so much suffering