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I’m not sure if this belongs under psychology or divorce forums
The thing is, the melancholy following my divorce has taken on a worrying, almost unbearable weight. 🙂 I feel incredibly uncomfortable in my own skin 🙂 It isn't depression—I don't view it as a clinical condition—but it isn't exactly pleasant either. It feels... well, right on the edge of hopelessness. 😲
I know psychotherapy can help, and I am actively working on that. 😁
So, what's the core issue?
Being solo is hard. It's awkward, frustrating, cold, grueling, nasty, grim, terrible, empty, boring... I’d much rather have a partner.
And why I don't have one is perfectly clear to me.
I'm not complaining just to complain, but it seems I am trapped by my own self-image, which apparently refuses to change.
Essentially, I just don't have the strength to jump back into a relationship. Sure, I could find a suitable woman if I wanted to. But I'm not looking. I simply don't have the energy for the whole "getting to know someone" dance or going on dates; I have zero desire to socialize beyond grabbing a coffee here and there with a friend. I have no drive for the "hunt," and even something like speed dating wouldn't work—meeting people requires an engagement that I currently lack the will, the strength, and the energy to provide.
Secondly, I won't settle for superficial connections. That's just not who I am. I'm an emotionalist, not Charlie Sheen. I don't wish I were him, and I accept myself as I am. I'm not better or worse than Charlie Sheen; I'm just different. Consequently, shallow flings don't interest me, no matter how popular or recommended they might be these days. I can't do it, and I don't want to. That's just how it is.
And so, we find ourselves back at the start.
I am alone.
I don't like it.
I don't have the strength to build something new.
I don't want anything superficial.
The only light at the end of the tunnel is the realization that this state of being cannot last forever.
Once I sort myself out and regenerate,
I can move forward and look for something new.
As for how long this absolute mess will continue—only God knows. 🤷
PS
Today marks four months since the divorce was officially finalized.
The thing is, the melancholy following my divorce has taken on a worrying, almost unbearable weight. 🙂 I feel incredibly uncomfortable in my own skin 🙂 It isn't depression—I don't view it as a clinical condition—but it isn't exactly pleasant either. It feels... well, right on the edge of hopelessness. 😲
I know psychotherapy can help, and I am actively working on that. 😁
So, what's the core issue?
Being solo is hard. It's awkward, frustrating, cold, grueling, nasty, grim, terrible, empty, boring... I’d much rather have a partner.
And why I don't have one is perfectly clear to me.
I'm not complaining just to complain, but it seems I am trapped by my own self-image, which apparently refuses to change.
Essentially, I just don't have the strength to jump back into a relationship. Sure, I could find a suitable woman if I wanted to. But I'm not looking. I simply don't have the energy for the whole "getting to know someone" dance or going on dates; I have zero desire to socialize beyond grabbing a coffee here and there with a friend. I have no drive for the "hunt," and even something like speed dating wouldn't work—meeting people requires an engagement that I currently lack the will, the strength, and the energy to provide.
Secondly, I won't settle for superficial connections. That's just not who I am. I'm an emotionalist, not Charlie Sheen. I don't wish I were him, and I accept myself as I am. I'm not better or worse than Charlie Sheen; I'm just different. Consequently, shallow flings don't interest me, no matter how popular or recommended they might be these days. I can't do it, and I don't want to. That's just how it is.
And so, we find ourselves back at the start.
I am alone.
I don't like it.
I don't have the strength to build something new.
I don't want anything superficial.
The only light at the end of the tunnel is the realization that this state of being cannot last forever.
Once I sort myself out and regenerate,
I can move forward and look for something new.
As for how long this absolute mess will continue—only God knows. 🤷
PS
Today marks four months since the divorce was officially finalized.