savagewisdom
Well-known member
Hey there.
I recently found this website and decided to take the plunge and introduce myself to my fellow socially anxious, kindred spirits. I hope this place offers me a bit of solace as I navigate and familiarize myself with it.
I want to vent about my a major thing that has plaguing my mind as of late:
I feel old and as though I've wasted the better part of my life enslaved by depression and social anxiety. I feel quite pathetic for my idle existence.
People preach about living life to the fullest and while I agree with the sentiment I can't help but cringe a little because it's so hard when you have few friends, depression, and social anxiety.
It seems that others gain experience through the assistance of friends and family and oooh yay, pathetic me has spent a good chunk of their life in solitude. I am introverted and do enjoy my alone time but it gets to a certain point where I desire human interaction. The trouble is I don't have many resources.
I know others say that you have to take responsibility for your happiness but I still feel like everyone relies on someone else at least to an extent.
I hate myself deeply and feel that I don't have desirable qualities. I am very depressed. Waking up is the most painful part of my day. I feel a painful inner ache upon gaining consciousness. I feel dead inside. I've been depressed for a decade or so, so you know, this sh*t is clinical. I have little energy most of the time and everything feels like a chore. I swear, a great deal of the time I feel like I'm running 20 marathons a day!
Despite these feelings I do manage to bike, walk, practice yoga, meditate, read, attempt to write, attempt to doodle, clean up after myself, but all of the effort I muster just isn't enough. Life is so hard.
I'm pretty useless. I've applied at many different places and have failed to hear back from anyone. I even resolved to give retail jobs a try (which I think is commendable, given the major social anxiety) but whoa hey, didn't even hear back from them.
I don't know how to get my foot in the door of anything when I feel like I have no support and majorly debilitating mental illnesses.
I resent myself for having social anxiety. I wish I could wipe away these feelings, but as you all probably know all too well, it's just not that easy.
I feel like I'm a waste. I have no talents, so skills, no redeemable qualities.
I'm more or less a baby. What a pitiful creature I am.
I'd like to cultivate opportunities! I want energy. I want to feel alive and not as if I'm decaying on the inside.
I'd also really like more support, more friends.
If you took the time to read, thank you.
I recently found this website and decided to take the plunge and introduce myself to my fellow socially anxious, kindred spirits. I hope this place offers me a bit of solace as I navigate and familiarize myself with it.
I want to vent about my a major thing that has plaguing my mind as of late:
I feel old and as though I've wasted the better part of my life enslaved by depression and social anxiety. I feel quite pathetic for my idle existence.
People preach about living life to the fullest and while I agree with the sentiment I can't help but cringe a little because it's so hard when you have few friends, depression, and social anxiety.
It seems that others gain experience through the assistance of friends and family and oooh yay, pathetic me has spent a good chunk of their life in solitude. I am introverted and do enjoy my alone time but it gets to a certain point where I desire human interaction. The trouble is I don't have many resources.
I know others say that you have to take responsibility for your happiness but I still feel like everyone relies on someone else at least to an extent.
I hate myself deeply and feel that I don't have desirable qualities. I am very depressed. Waking up is the most painful part of my day. I feel a painful inner ache upon gaining consciousness. I feel dead inside. I've been depressed for a decade or so, so you know, this sh*t is clinical. I have little energy most of the time and everything feels like a chore. I swear, a great deal of the time I feel like I'm running 20 marathons a day!
Despite these feelings I do manage to bike, walk, practice yoga, meditate, read, attempt to write, attempt to doodle, clean up after myself, but all of the effort I muster just isn't enough. Life is so hard.
I'm pretty useless. I've applied at many different places and have failed to hear back from anyone. I even resolved to give retail jobs a try (which I think is commendable, given the major social anxiety) but whoa hey, didn't even hear back from them.
I don't know how to get my foot in the door of anything when I feel like I have no support and majorly debilitating mental illnesses.
I resent myself for having social anxiety. I wish I could wipe away these feelings, but as you all probably know all too well, it's just not that easy.
I feel like I'm a waste. I have no talents, so skills, no redeemable qualities.
I'm more or less a baby. What a pitiful creature I am.
I'd like to cultivate opportunities! I want energy. I want to feel alive and not as if I'm decaying on the inside.
I'd also really like more support, more friends.
If you took the time to read, thank you.