Yep. I don't even leave my house anymore because of hating who I am and how I look now. I used to be one of those people. Happy. Excited about wherever I was going. Now it just really hurts so bad to see or hear about people's lives, plans, experiences. I don't wish badly for others, it's more that I know I will not personally experience that again.
The desperation of it all has driven me to another way of dealing with it. I've been spending a lot of time in my backyard. I overhear a lot of neighbor kids running around playing and laughing. A neighbor might have a party, so I leave my windows open to experience the atmosphere of it all. It's almost like hearing others experiencing their lives, living vicariously through them, might be enough for me.
I could have had it all. Some of you might feel the same. I live in an affluent area, nestled into a beautiful mountainside. I was on my way. Now I'm just someone marking off the days on a calendar until I'm dead.