sevs
New Member
- Mar 20, 2023
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Hello everyone. First post here.
It's my second visit to this forum and so far I've read quite a lot of different stories. People dealing with trauma, abusive families, mental illnesses, rape, and other horrible things that lead them here, considering/wanting cbt. And reading all of that really put into perspective just how good I've had it my whole life. I don't even have anything that bad going on. And yet I'm here, with according thoughts... So I suppose I just want to tell my story and perhaps an outsider's perspective. Here's my nearly perfect life. Please keep in mind I'm not trying to show off or boast.
I am a twenty-year-old guy and was born into a middle-class family in Russia. I have a loving parent and siblings. I was blessed with normal physical features and normal intelligence. I have mostly excelled in my studies and speak multiple foreign languages. I also don't have any serious mental illnesses as far as I'm aware. I have few friends, but I am an introverted individual so that doesn't bother me much. I have dated before and normally don't have much trouble speaking with girls. I have very good physical health and used to do professional sports. Because of my parents' wealth, I haven't struggled with financial problems. So what's the catch you might ask.
I believe that a person's worth is defined by their accomplishments, or, perhaps, what they were able to do with what they're given. And according to that metric, I'm absolutely worthless as a human being. Everything I've ever achieved wasn't really achieved by me. It was either given to me by birth or made by my parents. Recently I was fortunate enough to have moved to a foreign country to study. Basically, this was an opportunity for me to demonstrate that I can in fact do sth by myself. And since then I've clearly proven to everyone that I, in fact, am useless, as I've failed at even the most basic things. I received second chances time and time again, being bailed out every time, and I just continue to waste them. I've failed a class three times already and will probably fail it again. My thought process is simple. So far I've been nothing but a pathetic leech of a human being and all my attempts to prove otherwise ended in failure. Imagine what someone with even a spec of diligence would be able to do in my position. They'd be on top of the fucking world. So I think that rather than continue disappointing myself and everyone around me, maybe it's better to rip the bandaid off and let my siblings who are the best human beings I've ever met receive the opportunities they deserve. (frequently it's a choice between sth for them and sth for me).
Edit: I spoke with a psychologist recently who said about what you'd expect someone of their profession to say. In short: It's a bad idea. I was also told that apparently, I have depression. Not sure if I believe that though. I'm too happy of a mf in day-to-day life to be depressed. It really doesn't take much to make me feel great, like a good song, or good weather, idk.
TDLR: Privileged lazy fuck feels sorry for himself.
It's my second visit to this forum and so far I've read quite a lot of different stories. People dealing with trauma, abusive families, mental illnesses, rape, and other horrible things that lead them here, considering/wanting cbt. And reading all of that really put into perspective just how good I've had it my whole life. I don't even have anything that bad going on. And yet I'm here, with according thoughts... So I suppose I just want to tell my story and perhaps an outsider's perspective. Here's my nearly perfect life. Please keep in mind I'm not trying to show off or boast.
I am a twenty-year-old guy and was born into a middle-class family in Russia. I have a loving parent and siblings. I was blessed with normal physical features and normal intelligence. I have mostly excelled in my studies and speak multiple foreign languages. I also don't have any serious mental illnesses as far as I'm aware. I have few friends, but I am an introverted individual so that doesn't bother me much. I have dated before and normally don't have much trouble speaking with girls. I have very good physical health and used to do professional sports. Because of my parents' wealth, I haven't struggled with financial problems. So what's the catch you might ask.
I believe that a person's worth is defined by their accomplishments, or, perhaps, what they were able to do with what they're given. And according to that metric, I'm absolutely worthless as a human being. Everything I've ever achieved wasn't really achieved by me. It was either given to me by birth or made by my parents. Recently I was fortunate enough to have moved to a foreign country to study. Basically, this was an opportunity for me to demonstrate that I can in fact do sth by myself. And since then I've clearly proven to everyone that I, in fact, am useless, as I've failed at even the most basic things. I received second chances time and time again, being bailed out every time, and I just continue to waste them. I've failed a class three times already and will probably fail it again. My thought process is simple. So far I've been nothing but a pathetic leech of a human being and all my attempts to prove otherwise ended in failure. Imagine what someone with even a spec of diligence would be able to do in my position. They'd be on top of the fucking world. So I think that rather than continue disappointing myself and everyone around me, maybe it's better to rip the bandaid off and let my siblings who are the best human beings I've ever met receive the opportunities they deserve. (frequently it's a choice between sth for them and sth for me).
Edit: I spoke with a psychologist recently who said about what you'd expect someone of their profession to say. In short: It's a bad idea. I was also told that apparently, I have depression. Not sure if I believe that though. I'm too happy of a mf in day-to-day life to be depressed. It really doesn't take much to make me feel great, like a good song, or good weather, idk.
TDLR: Privileged lazy fuck feels sorry for himself.