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So, I’ve got about a two-hour window before my next big thing—signing a contract for a new job—so I figured I’d start a new thread here.
Sadly, this is going to be yet another one of those posts centered on depression, failures, loneliness, and just general misery.
I’m officially thirty years old now, yet I can't find a single positive thing to hold onto in my life.
I'll admit, I'm writing this with quite a few tears in my eyes.
I honestly wish I didn't have to put all of this into words, but I'm writing because I don't see any other way to get it out.
My depression and my health issues in general have basically dismantled my entire life.
I know I really need psychotherapy, but it's just not something I can afford right now.
A lot of people try to give me advice along the lines of "stop feeling sorry for yourself," "just snap out of it," or "you're still young."
But even those people eventually give up on me, leaving me feeling incredibly lonely most of the time.
If this job doesn't work out, I'm looking at being completely unable to work.
I think if that happens, I might actually reach my breaking point.
I could see myself just jumping from the 13th floor of some apartment building in the middle of the night.
I've heard stories about people living perfectly normal lives with schizophrenia, but those feel like rare exceptions; for most people, the reality is the exact opposite, and mine is no different.
My mother has been retired since she was 35, having built her entire existence around me, especially after she divorced my father (she was 27, and I was only 3).
Even if I manage to find a relationship, it’ll likely be short-lived because of my illness and my own fragile, broken character.
I realize I've probably rambled through everything, but I just didn't know how else to express this sense of utter despair.
Sadly, this is going to be yet another one of those posts centered on depression, failures, loneliness, and just general misery.
I’m officially thirty years old now, yet I can't find a single positive thing to hold onto in my life.
I'll admit, I'm writing this with quite a few tears in my eyes.
I honestly wish I didn't have to put all of this into words, but I'm writing because I don't see any other way to get it out.
My depression and my health issues in general have basically dismantled my entire life.
I know I really need psychotherapy, but it's just not something I can afford right now.
A lot of people try to give me advice along the lines of "stop feeling sorry for yourself," "just snap out of it," or "you're still young."
But even those people eventually give up on me, leaving me feeling incredibly lonely most of the time.
If this job doesn't work out, I'm looking at being completely unable to work.
I think if that happens, I might actually reach my breaking point.
I could see myself just jumping from the 13th floor of some apartment building in the middle of the night.
I've heard stories about people living perfectly normal lives with schizophrenia, but those feel like rare exceptions; for most people, the reality is the exact opposite, and mine is no different.
My mother has been retired since she was 35, having built her entire existence around me, especially after she divorced my father (she was 27, and I was only 3).
Even if I manage to find a relationship, it’ll likely be short-lived because of my illness and my own fragile, broken character.
I realize I've probably rambled through everything, but I just didn't know how else to express this sense of utter despair.