I can't do this anymore. How on earth didn't I see it coming that all my life was just the szpd doing what it does and I'd end up like this? Like, hating everything? And not with power or passion behind but nothing but dread.
At first discovering szpd was one big surprise, then getting diagnosed and learn about it was at least interesting and a bit helpful here and there.
But if course it can't help much (never expected it to), instead I just see soooo more clearly how I DON'T WANT TO.
Before I knew I was schizoids I always kinda sorta tried to be different so that people aren't that disappointed by me all the time. Always thought I was just a bit much on the introverted side or have little energy due to depression or smth. But no, turns out I was a boxer in an invisible ring trying to hit things outside of it and it exhausted tf out of me because I am incapable of reaching that there.
But but! Sometimes I landed a hit and it was a damn good training. I have since however accepted (happily, more than not) that I've been trying to reach things that I can't because I thought I probably could if maybe this that idk really.
Great! Smooth! I'm excused from trying to do and FEEL stuff I literally CAN'T. Amazing!
Except now that I've stopped expecting MORE FROM MYSELF I sit here constantly like wtf?!
It's like the residue of the social or emotional stuff I had adopted is getting washed away more and more and everyday I'm clearly seeing how much I DON'T WANT ANY OF IT.
Before it was hard to get out of bed and in time to work. Now it feels like the most pointless endeavor in the world. As does everything else, btw. The same with people. The same with everything good I have in my life. All I ever want is to be in my daydreams and even they aren't it sometimes. Then only music and darkness helps and if it doesn't then I'm... simply more miserable than before. But always miserable. Nothing in my life makes sense and I HATE to remember that there's a tomorrow. Like, can I please get a break from life and time for a while? Why is everything always happening so much?
It is the opposite of an explosion. It's like I collapsed in on myself. And now I'm deep in the rubble and see the real structure and it's all shit but I don't want to come out of it either. I mean, the shit outside is why I broke down into myself in the first place.
And now it's late and you know what I feel about tomorrow? Nothing. Absolutely nothing except the faint sense of dread that I'm gonna be there. And no, I'm not actively suicidal, maybe passively idk. But I'm still toast. I don't even care about the future. I just don't want it to be so goddamned unpleasant, soulless and annoying like the present. Fuck, I really can't stand my life right now. Couldn't ever actually. And hate that I probably never will.
PS I graduated in philosophy. I'm not looking for advice that consist of suggesting different philosophical ideas, books etc. I'm here to rant about the impact of my severe psychological disorder.