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Quit my depression meds cold turkey last night. They weren't helping and kept me from future opportunities. Feel stuck and out of place, the people around me think they have my best interests in mind but they actually don't. There's no future for me here. In six months I'll be past the period of being off of meds before an army recruiter will even talk to me. I hate violence and war, but it's a warm bed, free food, and an opportunity to be financially independent. Might as well put three years in and head to college afterwards. My parents will disown me for leaving the commune and will hold my relationships with my child cousins as a playing chip. I do not blame them, they've had their whole lives controlled by a narcissist pastor, they're just emulating him. He got then out of a white trash lifestyle and put them in an isolationist, tribalist cult. He's going to die soon and no one can believe it, the world didn't end like he predicted. Good riddance, he's the only person I've ever met I would consider actually, irredeemably evil. Life is hard enough without all of the drama people needlessly cause for themselves, I just want to be done with it.