Context: A young adult tells his mother that he’s depressed and that life is meaningless and that he wants to die (suicide is not directly mentioned but implied). Then the mother proceeds to express “regretting giving birth to you” directly to that young adult.
(That young adult is me)
Hey, don’t let that push you further down. She shouldn’t have ever said that shit whether she feels it or not. That’s fucked of her.
I’m sorry you are having a bad time. Life isn’t meaningless, but sometimes you have to make it mean something. It’s hard and it can suck, it’s easy to lose your way and feel deep despair. But keep pressing on and chances are you’ll find people to be with that have no regrets. Learn to do things for you and take enjoyment and self appreciation for those things you accomplish. You can make it. You just have to keep putting one foot forward, even if it’s only a smidge.