I used to have time and energy for hobbies. I like to read sometimes still... I love history, and I love the classics. I used to love old movies, old horror movies, and spy movies. I love classical music... I picked up playing again, but I don't have time for that anymore. It was one of the few things that gave me meaning. Now it just makes me sad. I love traveling. I love being outdoors... I love seeing new places. I don't get out much anymore. I was learning a new language... I find it beautiful, though most don't agree! Again... no time, no energy.
In the past, one of the ways I started to improve was finding and cultivating these interests. It was something to hold on to.
Now, I get home after a 12... 13... 14 hour work day, and I drink until I fall asleep. I spend my days off sleeping, and doing chores.