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everydayiloveyou
Arcanist
- Jul 5, 2020
- 490
For me, it was when I was 18 and went to a concert that I had wanted to go to ever since I was a little kid. I was going to listen to the songs that kept me going when I first got depression. I thought I'd make life-long friends there.
It was the happiest day of my life, but still a bad day. I stood front row; dropped 350$ on merch that I saved specifically for that day -- not including the giant tip for the merch stand workers -- and a lot of the songs I wanted to hear were performed there. It was a dream come true. But I made no friends, I felt nervous the entire time, and when I was waiting in silence for the show to start, I realized how strange this hobby I had was. It's an extremely niche genre so I was out of place on either end of the spectrum of casual listeners to hardcore fans (even tho I was a life-long fan, the other people were different from me in other aspects like age, being talented adults with interest in music production, or famous within the scene)
I was so happy for a few days. Once I had to go back to my retail job, it all hit me how alone I was. I had no one. I let all my feelings out using that music, which was weird to normal people but I didnt even fit in with other fans like me.
Since then I feel sure I will probably commit suicide before I turn 30. Nothing has improved since then. I still have depression and crippling social anxiety. Meds aren't doing helpng at all, I don't even have side effects. I've had no friends for 3 years, my family only loves me when I'm happy, my students don't respect me and write bad reviews about me, and my therapist can't stand me; she tries to get me out of the office asap.
I'm just counting down the days. Once it's my time, everything will be handled and the duty I have to my family on this earth will be fulfilled.
what is your reason?
It was the happiest day of my life, but still a bad day. I stood front row; dropped 350$ on merch that I saved specifically for that day -- not including the giant tip for the merch stand workers -- and a lot of the songs I wanted to hear were performed there. It was a dream come true. But I made no friends, I felt nervous the entire time, and when I was waiting in silence for the show to start, I realized how strange this hobby I had was. It's an extremely niche genre so I was out of place on either end of the spectrum of casual listeners to hardcore fans (even tho I was a life-long fan, the other people were different from me in other aspects like age, being talented adults with interest in music production, or famous within the scene)
I was so happy for a few days. Once I had to go back to my retail job, it all hit me how alone I was. I had no one. I let all my feelings out using that music, which was weird to normal people but I didnt even fit in with other fans like me.
Since then I feel sure I will probably commit suicide before I turn 30. Nothing has improved since then. I still have depression and crippling social anxiety. Meds aren't doing helpng at all, I don't even have side effects. I've had no friends for 3 years, my family only loves me when I'm happy, my students don't respect me and write bad reviews about me, and my therapist can't stand me; she tries to get me out of the office asap.
I'm just counting down the days. Once it's my time, everything will be handled and the duty I have to my family on this earth will be fulfilled.
what is your reason?