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liffey
Member
- Feb 14, 2023
- 18
I've been blessed with amazing parents that love me, enough intelligence to have a bright future (in others' perspectives), a body without any chronic conditions, great friends and I've never gone through trauma. People here suffer from depression as a result of a myriad of problems, yet I have none of them. I often feel a sense of guilt because how fortunate I am and how there are no apparent causes to why I am sad - it's just that I have no reasons to be happy either. My happiness is fragile, and purely seems like a temporary escape to my underlying depression that has only gone downhill since a year or two ago. Sometimes, the process of happiness fading away is accelerated by my fears of it doing so.
I feel entitled to say this, but there's just no appeal in being able to live a "comfortable life" in the future. I have hobbies, but I don't find them as fun anymore. I guess I'm temporarily happy when I hang out with people I care about, but it seems like they aren't as interested. It's mostly me who invite people, and sometimes plans get cancelled last-minute. I tend to overthink a lot, but it just appears to me that I'm a boring person and others can bring them more joy. Maybe these thoughts exacerbate my sadness.
I know I'm ungrateful for what I have, but I genuinely don't know how people enjoy living. Seeing everyone else so happy effortlessly just isolates me further. I want to CTB every day, but I don't want to hurt people who care about me. It's honestly quite pathetic that I'm living for others but not for myself.
I feel entitled to say this, but there's just no appeal in being able to live a "comfortable life" in the future. I have hobbies, but I don't find them as fun anymore. I guess I'm temporarily happy when I hang out with people I care about, but it seems like they aren't as interested. It's mostly me who invite people, and sometimes plans get cancelled last-minute. I tend to overthink a lot, but it just appears to me that I'm a boring person and others can bring them more joy. Maybe these thoughts exacerbate my sadness.
I know I'm ungrateful for what I have, but I genuinely don't know how people enjoy living. Seeing everyone else so happy effortlessly just isolates me further. I want to CTB every day, but I don't want to hurt people who care about me. It's honestly quite pathetic that I'm living for others but not for myself.