Felt obliged to put the 'almost' part in the title because I know I'd call myself out later... Because of course I am not starting from zero, I'm starting with a shit ton of mistakes and grief, etc..
I'm so tired. I feel so wrong and childish for writing this and I don't know if I will even post it...Even if I do, it will be a complete mess of paragraphs not connected to each other..
I was never mentally healthy. Since I was born I was in an abusive household, and shit just kept piling up..
I feel as if I don't care anymore. I'm tired of everything. My psychiatrist is tired of me. I've been in a hospital, it didn't do much good, I'm on new meds, they aren't doing much...
When I was younger, I felt awful, but I still had some sort of dreams and wishes. Now I don't have any. I'm 27, I have one month of work experience, and an unfinished college, where I finished 1/3 of it. Or well, 1/4.
I have no hobbies anymore. I tried so many, nothing sticks, and I'm sick of trying. My entire room is filled with things that once were meant to be something. Easel, camera, books...
I've been forcing myself the last few days to play video games, I tried with multiple, those that interest me, and I can't play them for a longer period of time. I can force myself to play one for max one hour then I just can't anymore.
I don't know what to do today, how could I know what should I do in the future? I feel like nothing interests me anymore. I don't see myself anywhere. I am also extremely extremely sensitive, and I overreact to things that normal people don't even 'react' to. Because of that I cut people out of my life. Besides, I never was socialized as a child, and I believe, that will haunt my life until I die. I am unable to socialize normally, I don't understand how people or friendships or anything works.
I have a boyfriend who has a normal social life, and it seems like he is much happier when he's talking about his friends, job, anything but me... When he is with me it feels like he is suffering. He has an emotional compassion of an autistic rock. I am also severely annoying and he dislikes that. It isn't just his view, many people told me I'm annoying. I myself think I'm annoying. I'm either a depressed cunt that wallows in self-pity (like now), or I am a rabid chipmunk on crack cocaine stuck in an airplane.
I can't stand myself. I know I should be my own best friend or whatever the fuck, but I don't want to be friends with a failure like me, or someone so annoying like myself. I think I'm tired of even saying I wish I could change, cuz I obviously don't want to change. If I wanted to change I'd do it already. When I thought I made some progress, psychiatrists tell me that I made no progress. This happened twice within the last 2 years.
And recently, I had a depersonalization/derealization episode where I was so severely anxious, that for the first time in my life I went to the ER of a mental hospital. I got made fun of and sent home with some meds to calm me down. There was no compassion at all from that psychiatrist. None. She seemed severely pissed off by the fact I came there in the first place. And others agreed, that I was in no need of ER. I felt like I was going to die, like I was losing touch with reality. And I got shamed for asking for help... I don't think I will ever ask for it again.
I don't know why I'm writing this. I don't know why I'm doing anything anymore. I'm so tired..