Totally understandable feeling. I’ve got a few years on you (29) but I remember feeling the same way. Life was too much and I hadn’t even done anything yet, there was no way I could make it. Dying would probably be better, as far as I was concerned.

Weirdest thing happened, though. My 18th birthday came and went. I started experiencing those responsibilities I was so afraid of, and I was still here. Life was hard, sure, but I wasn’t anywhere near done yet. Fast forward to today, life is still hard. There are still those responsibilities, and they probably aren’t going anywhere soon. I made it when I was younger, though, and I will this time too. I’m still here, and I’m not done yet. Hope it’s the same for you.