UnofficiallyMe
Banned
Hello'
I fear I am in love with this inner pain. It comes and goes but has always been there. It is like I wish happiness was but a dream. I am not so much depressed as SA but it is there none the less.
For me, it started in 4th grade. I moved from a town of 5000 people to the suburbs of Houston. needless to say, ahhhhhhh. That was crazy. Houston is 4 million people.
I went from being a happy, normal dorky kid with some friends to a place that was alien. No one liked me and within one week of school, I was the outcast. Even the other outcasts kicked me away....
There were bad times for many, many years. In late junior high, I started becoming desperate to fit in. Then came the drugs, drinking and smoking. They curbed the depression and Social Anxiety. Constant bullying from before still haunted me.
I wore all black in a world of preppy, rich kids. My hair was long and black. NIN was my favorite band. It was the late 90's. I remember one day, this kid came up to me. I was all alone. I did no know him. I was dressed in a dog collar, chains, green docs. I looked the freak. With know one around to hear him, he said freak as he walked by.
That hurt more than anything else. Why?
Then high school ended, which in and of itself is a much longer story. You get the abridged version. I tried college but could not fit in. I did not know what I wanted to do. I had friends but they treated me like crap. The abused my car, me and took from me all they could. I fled the state, got married and turned off for a few years.
Death woke me up. My sister was pregnant with triplets. She gave birth. One after another they died within 2 days. This brought on a dark period. Woke me up though. Made me start to question life. I had been a married recluse for a long time. Work and home.
I had a son too and loved what he brought to my life. He is now 5. Though I am married that was its own journey. I dated a lot in high school but they were broken girls like me. They only tore me more. Made me more anxious.
Its just been building. I finally graduated college at 30 last year but spent very little time talking to people or being involved. sigh.
Now I turn to medicine. God has been with me but I am so broken I wont let me be fixed, though I have had beautiful periods of peace and no worries. I miss those times. I have not had a real friend in so, so many years.
ah well. Now I work with my sister. no one new to meet, even if I could.
See, the hurting goodly.
I love this place. Just wish we all lived closer. So we could be like friends.
No one else understands and that stinks. Its just a weird thing. Thanks everyone for being so nice and open. I never feel judged here.
I fear I am in love with this inner pain. It comes and goes but has always been there. It is like I wish happiness was but a dream. I am not so much depressed as SA but it is there none the less.
For me, it started in 4th grade. I moved from a town of 5000 people to the suburbs of Houston. needless to say, ahhhhhhh. That was crazy. Houston is 4 million people.
I went from being a happy, normal dorky kid with some friends to a place that was alien. No one liked me and within one week of school, I was the outcast. Even the other outcasts kicked me away....
There were bad times for many, many years. In late junior high, I started becoming desperate to fit in. Then came the drugs, drinking and smoking. They curbed the depression and Social Anxiety. Constant bullying from before still haunted me.
I wore all black in a world of preppy, rich kids. My hair was long and black. NIN was my favorite band. It was the late 90's. I remember one day, this kid came up to me. I was all alone. I did no know him. I was dressed in a dog collar, chains, green docs. I looked the freak. With know one around to hear him, he said freak as he walked by.
That hurt more than anything else. Why?
Then high school ended, which in and of itself is a much longer story. You get the abridged version. I tried college but could not fit in. I did not know what I wanted to do. I had friends but they treated me like crap. The abused my car, me and took from me all they could. I fled the state, got married and turned off for a few years.
Death woke me up. My sister was pregnant with triplets. She gave birth. One after another they died within 2 days. This brought on a dark period. Woke me up though. Made me start to question life. I had been a married recluse for a long time. Work and home.
I had a son too and loved what he brought to my life. He is now 5. Though I am married that was its own journey. I dated a lot in high school but they were broken girls like me. They only tore me more. Made me more anxious.
Its just been building. I finally graduated college at 30 last year but spent very little time talking to people or being involved. sigh.
Now I turn to medicine. God has been with me but I am so broken I wont let me be fixed, though I have had beautiful periods of peace and no worries. I miss those times. I have not had a real friend in so, so many years.
ah well. Now I work with my sister. no one new to meet, even if I could.
See, the hurting goodly.
I love this place. Just wish we all lived closer. So we could be like friends.
No one else understands and that stinks. Its just a weird thing. Thanks everyone for being so nice and open. I never feel judged here.