my brain cannot accept the fact that everyone has their own life

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my brain cannot accept the fact that everyone has their own life. that every person reading this rn , have their own situation going on , dealing with their own problem / life.
it overwhelms my brain every time and it unconsciously refuses to accept it , is there any solution at all. shit feels like permanent derealization.

 

[Always-in-trouble]

my brain cannot accept the fact that everyone has their own life. that every person reading this rn , have their own situation going on , dealing with their own problem / life.
it overwhelms my brain every time and it unconsciously refuses to accept it , is there any solution at all. shit feels like permanent derealization.

The derealization bit resonates. I can't find pleasure in other people going about with their lives while I am a manchild faker so I just retreat into fantasies.

 

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The derealization bit resonates. I can't find pleasure in other people going about with their lives while I am a manchild faker so I just retreat into fantasies.

yeah , pretty much. the more of a hermit i become the worse it gets

 

[LastNite]

Focus on yourself. Life is filled with problems. If you got worried every single time you saw someone in some sort of problem you'll fall into endless depression. It's not worth bothering yourself with.

 

[BrainSplatter]

I understand that feeling more than I can explain my brain struggles with the same thing realizing that every single person around me has their own inner world, and their own life moving at the same time as mine. It overwhelms me to the point where my mind almost refuses to accept it, like it's too much reality to hold at once. Sometimes it even feels like permanent derealization. I spend so much of my energy focused on other people. I'm constantly hyper-aware, picking up on emotions even when others try to hide them. I can see sadness in small expressions, in the way someone speaks or carries themselves, and it hurts because I feel it almost as if it's my own. Since I was a child, I've felt like my only purpose was to serve others, to carry their pain and make things lighter for them but it's exhausting and unsustainable this world can feel incredibly cruel, but also deeply sad and lonely at the same time and I can't stop absorbing everything around me and it causes me the most pain alongside all my traumatic experiences. I'll be free from this world soon enough and that's all I'm focusing on right now my plan rather than it's a barrier that I'm working through because I know my death will bring pain to others and I need to be comfortable with that.