I wish I could go back to binge-drinking, because I'm maddened by sobriety and constantly being reminded of my reality.
I've been living with a narc father for almost my entire life with exceptions, and the sick dynamic of being a perpetual scapegoat with my half-brother as the golden child, and the abuse between all three of us. No matter what evil shit the half-brother does, his actions are downplayed and justified. No matter how innocuous I'm trying to be, I'm treated like the worst person on the planet.
And my body is structurally fucked right now which leaves me unemployable because I'm unqualified for any actual good jobs that wouldn't require me to stand for 8 hours or lift over 10lbs in weight. And of course, being poor in America means bottom barrel healthcare, dismissive nurse practitioners and no solutions.
Sometimes I can't even believe that I'm still here everyday, and that I haven't snapped and just bashed my head into the wall.
Like I get NO catharsis from any activity. I'm always in survival mode, fight or freeze.
Being out in the world just walking around earns me furtive, suspicious glances and wide-eyed looks as if I'm a wearing a ski mask and holding a gun. I have to put on this pathological "babified" persona just to appeal to people so that they don't view me as a threat.
So I hide away in my shithole apartment due to the shame of existing because I am tired of being fucking judged - either openly or silently.
The ageing thing is particularly brutal, but not for the reasons that men usually try to insult women with: my plight has nothing to do with fertility or being desired by males; it has to do with realizing that I have wasted so much fucking time and come to so many realizations way too late to be able to do anything about them, or live a fulfilling life.
But hindsight is 20/20, another cosmic joke against humanity.
Being a 37-year-old
hikikomori leaves one with few options for progress in life.
^ There's a link in that word to a documentary on ageing hikikomori if anyone is interested.