you cant find me
youre not going in circles, its a downward spiral
- Nov 21, 2021
- 27
not sure where to post this. just wanted to try to put my thoughts into words.
My life isn't bad. It's probably better than most of the people here. I have a loving family, who are financially very well off and willing to pay for everything. I have no physical disabilities and no mental illnesses or disorders (that I know of, at least). I have never been bullied, assaulted, molested, or anything of the sort. I have never been in an abusive relationship. I've barely ever even been unable to sleep for any reason. I could go on and on.
I am depressed, though it's more of a general numbness, dissociation and anhedonia than crying and screaming and being in agony all the time. I am unhappy with my own life because I have never had the motivation to do anything with my life or even pursue any interests. I'm just floating and disappointing everyone. Pretty standard stuff that I could probably fix in therapy.
But I'm also depressed because I'm surrounded by people who aren't as lucky as me. People with chronic pain or BPD or bipolar or OCD, people who have had extremely abusive families or who have been in sexually abusive relationships. People who are financially unstable and have to work 60 hours a week or starve or both. People who are up all night crying and feeling like they're dying from anxiety or depression. Did I mention I've never even had a panic attack? I'm probably the only one I know to not have one.
And this is all in a first-world country. The lovely Internet informs me that things are a thousand times worse for everyone else. I can't even imagine what life is like for a child working in a sweatshop in Indonesia. Or someone getting trafficked. Or someone who's about to get his face cut off because he fucked up with a drug cartel. Or even a pig in a factory farm...!
How do people not let this affect them, even if they are like me and have never experienced any suffering for themselves? Why do people want to continue living on a planet that has hosted nothing but pain and suffering for billions of years? I feel guilty for my pampered existence, and I feel horrible that suffering is so widespread and accepted. I wish everyone was as sheltered as me. Or I wish I could kill myself so I wouldn't have to think about it. Part of why I am so numb is because my brain can't handle reality and built up a wall to desensitize me to everything. But it just makes things worse because now I don't see why life is worth living, I only see the pain.
I can't even be a good friend now, because every time someone brings up their problems I get extremely triggered and just lash out or shut down.
I just don't understand how people handle this world, and I don't know how therapy could even begin to help me because it's not a problem in my own life. I feel like a therapist would just tell me to "stop thinking about it" or "try not to let it affect me" but I already do this and it's a terrible coping mechanism. It just builds up behind that wall in my brain until it seeps under or bursts through.
Does anyone else have a similar problem? How do you handle it? Maybe this isn't the best place to ask because we're all suicidal but I don't really know where else to talk about this.
My life isn't bad. It's probably better than most of the people here. I have a loving family, who are financially very well off and willing to pay for everything. I have no physical disabilities and no mental illnesses or disorders (that I know of, at least). I have never been bullied, assaulted, molested, or anything of the sort. I have never been in an abusive relationship. I've barely ever even been unable to sleep for any reason. I could go on and on.
I am depressed, though it's more of a general numbness, dissociation and anhedonia than crying and screaming and being in agony all the time. I am unhappy with my own life because I have never had the motivation to do anything with my life or even pursue any interests. I'm just floating and disappointing everyone. Pretty standard stuff that I could probably fix in therapy.
But I'm also depressed because I'm surrounded by people who aren't as lucky as me. People with chronic pain or BPD or bipolar or OCD, people who have had extremely abusive families or who have been in sexually abusive relationships. People who are financially unstable and have to work 60 hours a week or starve or both. People who are up all night crying and feeling like they're dying from anxiety or depression. Did I mention I've never even had a panic attack? I'm probably the only one I know to not have one.
And this is all in a first-world country. The lovely Internet informs me that things are a thousand times worse for everyone else. I can't even imagine what life is like for a child working in a sweatshop in Indonesia. Or someone getting trafficked. Or someone who's about to get his face cut off because he fucked up with a drug cartel. Or even a pig in a factory farm...!
How do people not let this affect them, even if they are like me and have never experienced any suffering for themselves? Why do people want to continue living on a planet that has hosted nothing but pain and suffering for billions of years? I feel guilty for my pampered existence, and I feel horrible that suffering is so widespread and accepted. I wish everyone was as sheltered as me. Or I wish I could kill myself so I wouldn't have to think about it. Part of why I am so numb is because my brain can't handle reality and built up a wall to desensitize me to everything. But it just makes things worse because now I don't see why life is worth living, I only see the pain.
I can't even be a good friend now, because every time someone brings up their problems I get extremely triggered and just lash out or shut down.
I just don't understand how people handle this world, and I don't know how therapy could even begin to help me because it's not a problem in my own life. I feel like a therapist would just tell me to "stop thinking about it" or "try not to let it affect me" but I already do this and it's a terrible coping mechanism. It just builds up behind that wall in my brain until it seeps under or bursts through.
Does anyone else have a similar problem? How do you handle it? Maybe this isn't the best place to ask because we're all suicidal but I don't really know where else to talk about this.