When people keep telling you to just get over it, and you don't want to

 I understand why the younger generations are bailing out of traditional masculinity.
It's impossibly painful and rough/tough.  There is no reprieve.  The moment you have painful emotions, most people in your world either don't understand, or tell you to just get over it.

What is the use in being strong and tough when everyone just tells you to stop having your painful feelings and get over it so they can keep benefiting from you contributing to society.

there's no one coming to save you.
Either because no one thinks to, or no one knows how when you're down at the bottom.

If you're lost, the only one who's gonna get you back to life is you.

Occasionally someone will be able to offer you some emotional reprieve for maybe an hour, or an evening. But it never lasts.  It's never as good as you need it to be, and at best it's almost never reliable.

You wake up every day in the same bed surrounded by the same people who don't understand you or what you're going through.
The days begin blending into an endless cycle of picking up the pieces in the daylight and then falling to pieces again over night.

You wake up, can't go out to the kitchen because your parents are out there and are going to have questions about things they don't understand - are going to tell you things they think you don't already know

And then completely 95% miss what you are actually going through.

"Ya, dude....I know about Web3...."

A town feels so empty when you aren't employed.
People go about their lives.  Have their jobs during the day.  Go about their evenings alone, sometimes in each other's company.

I get high at night and sit in the window sill looking up at the moon and the stars, thinking about the girl I want but can't have, and the people who I feel let down by.

I'm drowning dude, and I can't tell anybody about it - because people don't seem to really know how to help.  I'm skeptical that it's actually getting me anywhere by opening up to people about my emotions.

I CRAVE having one woman partner in my life to be in love with who I can trust my feelings with.
But I haven't felt that in 14 years.

I think I have problems nobody can really help me fix.

My employment is falling apart.  My savings is running out.  I'm 31 years old and live with my parents.
No women want me - they almost never give a shit about you when you're down.
Paco is going to die.
I see my parents and my dogs like I'm living in a dream, knowing I only get them for this brief period.  Like I'm living on stolen time getting to actually see them alive right now.
Like they're already dead and gone, and I'm just seeing them revisit me in a dream that I know I'll wake up from.