Why do so many people think life is easy?

If it was easy, I wouldn't be a doomer neet and stuck in a severe perpetual nightmarish depression with my mental illness for solace. I'm basically a disabled adult child neet who stays home everyday. You can only scream in silence and watch this life pass by. I suffer in silence. People said I was a lost cause. Optimism is like mockery to me. Whenever I hear it, I feel pain. No, being a neet isn't optional for me either. I'm stuck this way since I'm mentally disabled. Society deems me worthless and not worth helping. I'm too tiired and too sick to dispute with government for my disability to be approved. The stress was too much. I have to see the doctor and other things but my will is weak. Everyday is hell. I'm Sisyphus and getting nowhere, only more left behind in life. Nobody cares about us and life is just about perpetual suffering, poverty, and loneliness. Everyday, I lose my sanity. If I jumped a cliff would I fly? Why does society think I will fly? In the end, I will be the person falling.