Postby Frame » Sat Jul 27, 2013 6:59 am
It's difficult; I don't want to stereotype people and I don't want to accept that I'm a stereotype (bipolar II for instance). I don't believe that will solve or even thoroughly define the problem. It's so surreal (and perhaps immature) that I don't want to be in any particular group but I'm so tired of being alone and on the outside.
The only place left, it seems, is to be forever on the edge. And while I don't like it much, at least it feels familiar. I've mentioned before how I've heard therapists describe out pathologies as old friends. We may not like them or even want them around much, but we accommodate our lives to them, learn to live with them, miss them when their not there.
Damn, I wish I knew how this story ends. I know so many people who have planned their lives well and settled into a happy existence. I can't feel happy and I can't plan ahead; the two things seem intertwined. How do you plan for the future if the past, present, and all the future looks bleak.