love is abandoned
Missing Fragments
- Mar 17, 2023
- 5
I guess this is kind of a mix of an introduction, rant and.. backstory?
When I was 9, I told my mom that I wanted to grow up to be happy. I told her how many of the adults I saw didn't seem nor look happy. I told her that when I grew up, I wanted to be happy because there's too much sadness in the world. Now at 24, just shy of 10 years after being diagnosed with depression and anxiety, here I am on this site. I've done things I regret. I've been hurt in ways that I don't think I can recover from. I've lived a happy life and for all the things that go right in my life, I can't seem to even enjoy, let alone appreciate, the things in my life that are supposed to make me happy. I love my family very much. My parents, my spouse, my daughter, and my chosen family mean so much to me, but no matter how hard I try to be happy about the blessing I have in life, I just can't. I feel like I'm barely holding on for everyone else's sake and I'm not sure how much more I can take. I've tried medication, therapy, hobbies, music, exercise, and none of it seems to actually have a substantial, long-term positive effect. I WANT to be happy. I WANT to enjoy life. I WANT to get to old age and look back at my life and say that it was a good one, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when I can't even look at my spouse and feel the comfort of knowing I have a partner to love and care for, and vice versa for the rest of my life. My love runs deep, but it doesn't mean anything when I can't feel the joy I'm supposed to.
I'm love is abandoned, but you can call me lia for short. I think this might be the beginning of my end. Feel free to respond, ask me questions, or ignore this. idk anymore..
When I was 9, I told my mom that I wanted to grow up to be happy. I told her how many of the adults I saw didn't seem nor look happy. I told her that when I grew up, I wanted to be happy because there's too much sadness in the world. Now at 24, just shy of 10 years after being diagnosed with depression and anxiety, here I am on this site. I've done things I regret. I've been hurt in ways that I don't think I can recover from. I've lived a happy life and for all the things that go right in my life, I can't seem to even enjoy, let alone appreciate, the things in my life that are supposed to make me happy. I love my family very much. My parents, my spouse, my daughter, and my chosen family mean so much to me, but no matter how hard I try to be happy about the blessing I have in life, I just can't. I feel like I'm barely holding on for everyone else's sake and I'm not sure how much more I can take. I've tried medication, therapy, hobbies, music, exercise, and none of it seems to actually have a substantial, long-term positive effect. I WANT to be happy. I WANT to enjoy life. I WANT to get to old age and look back at my life and say that it was a good one, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when I can't even look at my spouse and feel the comfort of knowing I have a partner to love and care for, and vice versa for the rest of my life. My love runs deep, but it doesn't mean anything when I can't feel the joy I'm supposed to.
I'm love is abandoned, but you can call me lia for short. I think this might be the beginning of my end. Feel free to respond, ask me questions, or ignore this. idk anymore..