This blog and why I'm writing it

I am twenty five year old woman who recently got a shiny new masters degree from a pretentious and rather expensive university, and then like many masters students (as I understand it anyway) ended up taking that expensive piece of paper back home with me to live in my parents house while I failed to find a job. Lots of people have optimistically informed me that it's hard to start a career and a few months isn't that long of a time.
I beg to differ.
As well as struggling with not having a job, moving back into the house where I have lived for a quarter century (which by the way has the worst internet service possible), trying to start a truly adult life for the first time and filling my days with fulfilling activities I've been struggling with myself too.
Specifically feelings of hopelessness, despair, self loathing, loneliness, lack of motivation, disinterest and apathy and an inability to look at my future with any kind of optimism.
I do think that I read in a book somewhere that most of those things come with depression, but I'm not quite sure I'm comfortable with that label yet, mostly because (while I have no doubt that I do have many of the symptoms of depression and understand that often this requires treatment from people who understand brains more than I do) I don't think I could handle my parents knowing how unhappy I am.
Essentially leaving me in the awkward stop of being unable to be depressed enough though I feel hopeless all the time, cry a lot and secretly wish the world would just fuck off so I could watch movies until my brain turned to soup and dribbled out my ears so I could be happy working in a mine or something.
I guess it's not a secret any more....
So, I decided in a fit of intense and very confusing emotions that I needed to do something: every day write down something wonderful that happened to me. And also that it wasn't enough to write it down for myself. I know that this is the internet and like.... 98% of the user generated content never gets read but if my theory is correct, there might be other people who are feeling equally shitty about their live thus far and their futures and maybe they need other people to sometimes remind them that there are moments in the endlessly crappy days that are usually worth getting to. More importantly, I want to know what other people are holding onto too.
Therefore, in the highly unlikely event that anyone is actually reading this, please respond. Tell me about the twelve seconds of life you were glad you woke up for. Or more than twelve seconds, if you have it.

Moments for me today included singing the Beatles with my father in the car, how excited the neighbour's dog was to see me and when my best friend called.

Good luck. Let's hope they're not lying and shit will get better eventually.