hwaiting
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- Apr 2, 2023
- 35
I'm not gonna bore y'all with the details, but I grew up in a single-mother home with an abusive older brother. This went on for a number of years, between 1/3 and 1/4 of my life, during which I was completely alone. I don't want to say I learned how to be alone, because I mostly built up and reinforced self-destructive coping mechanisms.
Though I've left that situation–my parents got better and I got closer with my brother, and I'm in college now so I've literally left that situation–I haven't been able to shake that self-perpetuating loneliness.
I have friends. Friends that I care about, who also care about me. I've learned from years of people-pleasing that having a few close friends is far more rewarding and meaningful than being 'friends' with everyone else.
My therapist has told me that my brain got used to being in a negative space, a feeling that I can't really put into words other than that it was suffocating. Now, even after I've left that situation, my brain in a way defaults to that state of mind. Regardless of how much truth there is to that, I can't shake the feeling of suffocating.
Most of the time, it's nothing too bad. Just a perpetual state of melancholy. I tend to self-isolate for extended periods of time even though I'd like to spend more time with my friends. It's sort of a battle between a want and aversion of attachment. Other times, it's this debilitating feeling of suffocating, like I want to scream but I can't, and it wouldn't help to begin with. It's just, nothing matters anymore. Not my friends, family, aspirations, all of it becomes meaningless, and it's in these times that I've come closest to CTB, and in these times that I've harmed myself.
I'm on medication now, and have been for a while, and it's helped bring my mood up and make those episodes much less frequent. But the root issues haven't changed. It's been a bandaid, or dealing with symptoms rather than the illness or the cause of it all.
I can't imagine a version of myself that is 'happy', for the lack of a better word. No matter how successful I become, or how many meaningful relationships I create, no matter how emotionally secure I should be, there'll always be the depression that I've always had eating away at me. I was at one of the lowest points in my life around half a year ago, if that says anything.
So my questions really are: how do you do it? How do you recover from emotional wounds, now scars, that have faded, sure, but won't go away? There was this paid instagram survey that I came across a while ago, and one of the questions was something like: how likely do you think it is that you'll live until the age of 35? Something I've never been comfortable with is the idea of continuing to live like this for the rest of my life. But if I've learned anything about myself, it's that I can't change, that it's so much easier to keep being the same depressed, unproductive, self-hating person than to change. Because I have tried, and I'm tired. And my answer was 45%.
Sorry that my thoughts are so disorganized. I hope I've made some sense.
Though I've left that situation–my parents got better and I got closer with my brother, and I'm in college now so I've literally left that situation–I haven't been able to shake that self-perpetuating loneliness.
I have friends. Friends that I care about, who also care about me. I've learned from years of people-pleasing that having a few close friends is far more rewarding and meaningful than being 'friends' with everyone else.
My therapist has told me that my brain got used to being in a negative space, a feeling that I can't really put into words other than that it was suffocating. Now, even after I've left that situation, my brain in a way defaults to that state of mind. Regardless of how much truth there is to that, I can't shake the feeling of suffocating.
Most of the time, it's nothing too bad. Just a perpetual state of melancholy. I tend to self-isolate for extended periods of time even though I'd like to spend more time with my friends. It's sort of a battle between a want and aversion of attachment. Other times, it's this debilitating feeling of suffocating, like I want to scream but I can't, and it wouldn't help to begin with. It's just, nothing matters anymore. Not my friends, family, aspirations, all of it becomes meaningless, and it's in these times that I've come closest to CTB, and in these times that I've harmed myself.
I'm on medication now, and have been for a while, and it's helped bring my mood up and make those episodes much less frequent. But the root issues haven't changed. It's been a bandaid, or dealing with symptoms rather than the illness or the cause of it all.
I can't imagine a version of myself that is 'happy', for the lack of a better word. No matter how successful I become, or how many meaningful relationships I create, no matter how emotionally secure I should be, there'll always be the depression that I've always had eating away at me. I was at one of the lowest points in my life around half a year ago, if that says anything.
So my questions really are: how do you do it? How do you recover from emotional wounds, now scars, that have faded, sure, but won't go away? There was this paid instagram survey that I came across a while ago, and one of the questions was something like: how likely do you think it is that you'll live until the age of 35? Something I've never been comfortable with is the idea of continuing to live like this for the rest of my life. But if I've learned anything about myself, it's that I can't change, that it's so much easier to keep being the same depressed, unproductive, self-hating person than to change. Because I have tried, and I'm tired. And my answer was 45%.
Sorry that my thoughts are so disorganized. I hope I've made some sense.