Rock bottom is sitting in your one bedroom flat at 25 years old, eating the last bit of peanutbutter with a spoon for dinner because you haven’t had the mental energy to buy groceries in a month, reminiscing about how you used to at least know people in college even if you didn’t ever talk or hang out much, staring listlessly at your steam library but not seeing anything that looks fun and spending the evening dicking around on reddit before going to bed too late, getting up for work at 6AM feeling like death, sitting in a noisy office for nine hours while getting maybe two hours of work done, spending the entire day just wanting to go home, but when you do finally go home you don’t have the energy or motivation to do any of the things that used to interest you and you spend another evening doing nothing while getting a chronic sense of emptiness and unease about the fact that you’re wasting your few free hours before is, at least.