Anxieyote
Sobriety over everything else • 31 • Midwest
- Mar 24, 2021
- 444
Hi guys. It's been awhile since I've been on this website.
I tried going elsewhere—using a different online space to recover.
I actually felt like I was getting very far towards something new. A chapter of my life that might not be so sad. But I came back here today because it feels like once I started to really understand things; understand myself, and connect the dots, I realized that making up for lost time is going to be a nearly insurmountable task.
I'm frightened. I took the first tentative steps outside of my comfort zone and decided to try something new. I met so many new people, and started speaking in online voice chats. And I really came out of my shell in a way I'd never seen myself do before. It was so cool. I haven't had an actual good quality friend since I was 20 years old; and I'm 29 now. That was a 9-year gap in between connecting with anyone. And I use that word "connecting" because I did have coworkers I talked to at my job in my real life; but that's just people you interact with because you have to.
That high was quickly followed by a sense of devastation when I began to understand where my life is; and just how far I'm going to have to go in order to get to a place where I'm even going to be able to tolerate it.
I have nothing. And that's no exaggeration. I just don't have a structure or basis for anything in my life. I'm starting at square one again at age 30. Having to relearn things that most kids caught onto in their early adolescent years; like being able to talk to cashiers and bank tellers without getting nervous. And also knowing that the experiences I would have going forward will have a muted sense of victory or accomplishment to them. It would be akin to watching a man in a wheelchair cross the finish line long after the other racers have sprinted passed it 5 or 6 times already.
I want to express to this community that if something bad happens to me, I'm glad I got to be here. I'm glad I got to be a mod for a little bit, and that experience is what inspired me to even attempt to try new things in my real life and see if I could make something work.
I want to be realistic though. I've been a bit naive about recovery. I had no idea what it was going to entail—and when I hash out the finer details of what it is going to entail, my eyes glaze off into space and fog over with a weary sense of sadness.
I don't know if I can do it. I'm going to need a lot of help from a lot of people. I can't do it by myself; and unfortunately, once you reach adulthood you are expected to handle most things by yourself.
The prospect of actually trying to fix my life is completely overwhelming. There is too much lost time now, and I've uncovered traumas I didn't even know I had that are destroying any semblance of motivation that I can muster.
I want to ask if you guys will pray for me. Or keep me in your thoughts. That will always mean a lot coming from this community of people.
Also, I know this seems silly—but please have fun. I was always allowed to express myself as an internet coyote, but I never gave myself the permission to do that until I was here. Please express yourself, and have fun doing it.
I express myself as a furry in the online spaces I am in now, and I don't apologize for it. After years of suffering, I have earned the right to be a zany little furry spaztastic weirdo. I pray I can continue to do so for as long as I live.
And I really hope no one here has the intense social anxiety issues I have which prevent me from feeling like I can express myself at all. If you do, please don't be afraid. Don't ever apologize for being yourself. Know that people want to get to know you, and they'll feel happy to know you once they do. You don't have to stay in your box. I stayed in mine for far too long.
I tried going elsewhere—using a different online space to recover.
I actually felt like I was getting very far towards something new. A chapter of my life that might not be so sad. But I came back here today because it feels like once I started to really understand things; understand myself, and connect the dots, I realized that making up for lost time is going to be a nearly insurmountable task.
I'm frightened. I took the first tentative steps outside of my comfort zone and decided to try something new. I met so many new people, and started speaking in online voice chats. And I really came out of my shell in a way I'd never seen myself do before. It was so cool. I haven't had an actual good quality friend since I was 20 years old; and I'm 29 now. That was a 9-year gap in between connecting with anyone. And I use that word "connecting" because I did have coworkers I talked to at my job in my real life; but that's just people you interact with because you have to.
That high was quickly followed by a sense of devastation when I began to understand where my life is; and just how far I'm going to have to go in order to get to a place where I'm even going to be able to tolerate it.
I have nothing. And that's no exaggeration. I just don't have a structure or basis for anything in my life. I'm starting at square one again at age 30. Having to relearn things that most kids caught onto in their early adolescent years; like being able to talk to cashiers and bank tellers without getting nervous. And also knowing that the experiences I would have going forward will have a muted sense of victory or accomplishment to them. It would be akin to watching a man in a wheelchair cross the finish line long after the other racers have sprinted passed it 5 or 6 times already.
I want to express to this community that if something bad happens to me, I'm glad I got to be here. I'm glad I got to be a mod for a little bit, and that experience is what inspired me to even attempt to try new things in my real life and see if I could make something work.
I want to be realistic though. I've been a bit naive about recovery. I had no idea what it was going to entail—and when I hash out the finer details of what it is going to entail, my eyes glaze off into space and fog over with a weary sense of sadness.
I don't know if I can do it. I'm going to need a lot of help from a lot of people. I can't do it by myself; and unfortunately, once you reach adulthood you are expected to handle most things by yourself.
The prospect of actually trying to fix my life is completely overwhelming. There is too much lost time now, and I've uncovered traumas I didn't even know I had that are destroying any semblance of motivation that I can muster.
I want to ask if you guys will pray for me. Or keep me in your thoughts. That will always mean a lot coming from this community of people.
Also, I know this seems silly—but please have fun. I was always allowed to express myself as an internet coyote, but I never gave myself the permission to do that until I was here. Please express yourself, and have fun doing it.
I express myself as a furry in the online spaces I am in now, and I don't apologize for it. After years of suffering, I have earned the right to be a zany little furry spaztastic weirdo. I pray I can continue to do so for as long as I live.
And I really hope no one here has the intense social anxiety issues I have which prevent me from feeling like I can express myself at all. If you do, please don't be afraid. Don't ever apologize for being yourself. Know that people want to get to know you, and they'll feel happy to know you once they do. You don't have to stay in your box. I stayed in mine for far too long.