dazed_dreamer
at the end of everything, hold on to anything
- Sep 21, 2023
- 67
I think I'll always be alone at the end of the day.
I've done what I can to make my life better: getting therapy and medication for mental health issues, shifting my academic and career path towards feasible goals and involving my areas of interest, getting involved in work and volunteering to help people, being more social. These have all helped, but at the end of the day, it feels so superficial. I can get a grasp on the checklist for how to support a decent, healthy life--building a career, maintaining health, etc, But when it comes to a more authentic sense of living, connecting to people, building relationships, I'm clueless. Even if all of those checklist factors were to be solid (which they're not, my depression and bulimia are still kicking my ass), it still doesn't change my mysterious inability to deeply connect with people. I genuinely want to be deeply connected to my family, have close friends who know my highs and lows, dates and partners and lovers, emotionally (and physically) intimate and raw and human connection. But I have never been able to experience that, and I have no idea why.
I did isolate myself for a long time, but I don't anymore. I've confronted my social anxiety in many ways, it's more manageable now. I make an effort to hang out with people, I dedicate time to them. I consider myself sympathetic (maybe not empathetic, I have a hard time naturally feeling much emotion, but I cultivate a compassion for others) and kind. I'm open and vulnerable, and really strive to be authentic. This has helped me make a lot of more surface-level friendships, but at the end of the day, no one really knows me at all. Most nights I end up alone, every night I end up lonely.
There's something wrong with me, I just don't know what. I don't quite get people, I don't quite get myself, I don't quite get how to be a person. Not in a blatant way where it's obvious what's wrong to other people, where there's a clear label and protocol on how to help me cope. It's just this vague thing that's always been there, a feeling like there's some secret to manual to navigating life that everyone else has read except for me, and I'm just constantly improvising and imitating what other people do. It gets me by, I can function and check of the boxes. I can get people to like me, but not to really love me. I don't even feel human sometimes, more like a robot or alien given a vague script or checklist on how to pass as one. I don't know how to fix myself to finally snap out of it, to feel real and intuitively know how to live and love and be loved, and it makes me want to die.
I've done what I can to make my life better: getting therapy and medication for mental health issues, shifting my academic and career path towards feasible goals and involving my areas of interest, getting involved in work and volunteering to help people, being more social. These have all helped, but at the end of the day, it feels so superficial. I can get a grasp on the checklist for how to support a decent, healthy life--building a career, maintaining health, etc, But when it comes to a more authentic sense of living, connecting to people, building relationships, I'm clueless. Even if all of those checklist factors were to be solid (which they're not, my depression and bulimia are still kicking my ass), it still doesn't change my mysterious inability to deeply connect with people. I genuinely want to be deeply connected to my family, have close friends who know my highs and lows, dates and partners and lovers, emotionally (and physically) intimate and raw and human connection. But I have never been able to experience that, and I have no idea why.
I did isolate myself for a long time, but I don't anymore. I've confronted my social anxiety in many ways, it's more manageable now. I make an effort to hang out with people, I dedicate time to them. I consider myself sympathetic (maybe not empathetic, I have a hard time naturally feeling much emotion, but I cultivate a compassion for others) and kind. I'm open and vulnerable, and really strive to be authentic. This has helped me make a lot of more surface-level friendships, but at the end of the day, no one really knows me at all. Most nights I end up alone, every night I end up lonely.
There's something wrong with me, I just don't know what. I don't quite get people, I don't quite get myself, I don't quite get how to be a person. Not in a blatant way where it's obvious what's wrong to other people, where there's a clear label and protocol on how to help me cope. It's just this vague thing that's always been there, a feeling like there's some secret to manual to navigating life that everyone else has read except for me, and I'm just constantly improvising and imitating what other people do. It gets me by, I can function and check of the boxes. I can get people to like me, but not to really love me. I don't even feel human sometimes, more like a robot or alien given a vague script or checklist on how to pass as one. I don't know how to fix myself to finally snap out of it, to feel real and intuitively know how to live and love and be loved, and it makes me want to die.