Well, here I go… (triggering material)
Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:54 am
So, I'm new. Maybe you saw my introduction post in the intro forum, maybe not. Doesn't matter, I just posted it as a matter of some vaguely defined etiquette obligation. Nothing of substance there. I figured the substance fitted here, since I gotta tell a story for there to be any context for how badly I need to hear the right thing to make me think there's still a reason to do anydamnthing.
Nothing before April 14, 1994 matters. I was fine before then. The only time in my life I was fine. Nowadays when people ask me how I am, I respond "F.I.N.E." - an acronym for messed up (curse word edited by moderator), insecure, neurotic, emotional. That was the day my mom died.
My grades went to shit. I dropped out of school. Did a bunch of stupid, rebellious things, none of which were constructive. Fell in love with a girl, spent ten years chasing her, gave up, attempted suicide ("I missed!"). Spent the last 20 years so lonely I couldn't move, everyone telling me I was depressed, only just recently realized what should have been obvious to everyone. I always knew I wasn't depressed... I was -SAD-. Finally occurred to me the other day it was really PTSD from my Mom dying.
So then my Dad died too. Truly alone in the world at that point. Social reject and still am. I have two friends, they live a combined total of 2500 miles from me. Good friends, true friends, but none near me.
So the last 20 years are gone, I finally find a woman insane and imbalanced enough to save me from the years of loneliness and incel, and lo and behold all the p-docs and therapists were wrong, I was right, I'm not SAD! anymore. I get all hyped up to pick up my life like I always planned to and I go back to school...
And I reach the point where I realize I'm 35, broke, have no prospects of clearing a decent living before I'm 40 minimum, and the only thing I have any ambition at all for in life has a retirement age of 34. What I have is falling apart, what I want I'll never get, and I don't see any point to anything. NOW I'm depressed. I don't know what to do. Going to school has been a wate of time, all it's getting me is debt that I'll never be able to repay. Xmas break is over Tuesday and I don't want to go back, I dread it worse than death itself. I don't know what to do. Help.
Nothing before April 14, 1994 matters. I was fine before then. The only time in my life I was fine. Nowadays when people ask me how I am, I respond "F.I.N.E." - an acronym for messed up (curse word edited by moderator), insecure, neurotic, emotional. That was the day my mom died.
My grades went to shit. I dropped out of school. Did a bunch of stupid, rebellious things, none of which were constructive. Fell in love with a girl, spent ten years chasing her, gave up, attempted suicide ("I missed!"). Spent the last 20 years so lonely I couldn't move, everyone telling me I was depressed, only just recently realized what should have been obvious to everyone. I always knew I wasn't depressed... I was -SAD-. Finally occurred to me the other day it was really PTSD from my Mom dying.
So then my Dad died too. Truly alone in the world at that point. Social reject and still am. I have two friends, they live a combined total of 2500 miles from me. Good friends, true friends, but none near me.
So the last 20 years are gone, I finally find a woman insane and imbalanced enough to save me from the years of loneliness and incel, and lo and behold all the p-docs and therapists were wrong, I was right, I'm not SAD! anymore. I get all hyped up to pick up my life like I always planned to and I go back to school...
And I reach the point where I realize I'm 35, broke, have no prospects of clearing a decent living before I'm 40 minimum, and the only thing I have any ambition at all for in life has a retirement age of 34. What I have is falling apart, what I want I'll never get, and I don't see any point to anything. NOW I'm depressed. I don't know what to do. Going to school has been a wate of time, all it's getting me is debt that I'll never be able to repay. Xmas break is over Tuesday and I don't want to go back, I dread it worse than death itself. I don't know what to do. Help.