im so sick and tired
The story
i... dont even know what to do at this point. everything has been stagnant lately. no matter how much i suffer, or how much i try to change something, it all remains stuck in one spot. ive tried so many things, but none worked...
i have diagnosed clinical moderate depression and anxiety, alongside minor degree of ocd. this is awful. im so tired.
i dont have friends, even though ive tried to strike up a conversation or befriend someone 17 FUCKING TIMES in real life, countless more on the internet. among the hundreds of epople ive talked to, you can count those i liked with your two hands.
i dont have hobbies, even though ive tried to draw 7 times and learn 5 languages, all in different time periods. no matter the effort, or approach, it all vanished in a span of a week or two.
i dont feel like i belong anywhere, even though im present in one online community with great people there that make me smile.
i dont get good grades at school, even though ive tried a whole list of methods on dealing with procrastination, be it scheduling or gathering all willpower thats left. nothing works.
i would feel guilty. only if i could even feel things at all anymore. people around me are great, my mother, my teachers - they are all nice, they try to accomodate for me, but i feel worthless for not even being able to do even the most basic of tasks.
i feel so hollow. i just want to feel again. it hasnt always been thus. i remember the days when i cried. a lot. for even the most insignificant of things. its not anymore. i miss those times. i want to go back. i cant cry anymore. even if i want to. i want to cry almost everyday.
ive hurt people. im so sick of this evil side to me - horny, lustful, freaky, whatever you call it. it all began when my "friend" showed me porn at 4 years old. this experience has changed me a lot. mostly for the worse. i dont like this part, but without it i cant truly feel appreciated and free. with it, i can only experience anxiousness for people that those actions may damage.
i get help. psychologists, therapists, psychiatrists. i take prescribed antidepressants. i dont feel like there are any changes, no matter how much i try.
ive been lacking someone to talk to about everything. life, problems, in general, lately. i have no one to vent to. or talk to for that matter. people seem so superficial, and its me whos the "different" one. they are "normal".
i beg for help. i reach out to those who may give me comfort. its rarely reciprocated.
i have such big capacity to love, care, comfort others. and i do that! whenever someone is in pain i make sure to let them known im there for them if they need someone to talk to. projection, isnt it? i offer others something i could not have. selfless. awesome. i have so many great qualities, but for some reason i can never find anyone to be friends with. am i worse than everyone else? or better? or just different?
im so tired. i dont know what to do, i just want all this numbness to end, i want to feel and live again. this existence is torment. help me please
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It sounds like you're going through a really rough time, and it must feel overwhelming dealing with all those emotions (or lack thereof) and challenges. It's great that you've reached out for professional help; sometimes, though, it takes a while to find the right combination of therapy and medication that actually makes a noticeable difference!! 🤞 Maybe consider trying small, manageable steps that don't feel too daunting so you can build up some achievements over time??! sometimes tiny wins can accumulate into something more significant...
It seems like you're in a difficult period and feeling stuck despite your efforts, which is understandably frustrating. The sense of disconnection you mentioned is quite challenging; sometimes it helps to focus on the small moments of connection or happiness, even if they seem insignificant compared to the overall struggle. Engaging with your community or seeking out groups with similar interests might not solve everything, but can offer some sense of belonging or relief; have you considered keeping a journal or diary as a personal outlet?