I was you for years. I discovered the less my family heard of my illness they came around more. I lost friends too. Inside me, I think I felt if I said something, they would have an idea. I was not physically ill at all. Another thing was being around people with their issues. I feel, I knew how bad I felt, I must listen to them, hoping I could help. Eventually on my good days, I was being pulled down with their woes. Being a workaholics the best way to feel better, was gor my to work very hard physically. Adhd, type a, isn't helpful. When mom was sick, I was busy and focused. Dad died, I was helping, my husband was dying, I was focused. Now 74, getting physically unable to focus with pain, and debilitating back, I see me sliding. I see I have things to do, but the pain is stopping me. My point is focus on something like painting a picture. So what you say you don't know how. Artist can create anything and it is still art. There are small sets to get going. Make jewelry. Braid rag rugs. Paint bugs on rocks. I was ill and got some 10$ ear buds and someone hooked me on mystery podcast. Facebook my new discovery. So many funny crazy things about pranks on each other, crazy cat antics, dogs doing funny things. Babies doing cute things. I laugh so much at that stuff. It is healthy to laugh. Then you have something to share that's funny or even interesting. I've also signed on sites for foraging. Oh my gosh, my lawn is full of edible food! Facebook can consume your whole day. But remember to get exercises of some sort. Use it or loose it. Get busy girl. Good luck!😁