Greetings to fellow anonymous web-dwellers,I am a 35-y.o. who has
suffered from Social Anxiety, Depression, and OCD since adolescence. I
lost all my friends around 20 due to shame, embarrassment and stigma, as
I withdrew from the world. I thought tha...
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Greetings to fellow anonymous web-dwellers,I am a 35-y.o. who has
suffered from Social Anxiety, Depression, and OCD since adolescence. I
lost all my friends around 20 due to shame, embarrassment and stigma, as
I withdrew from the world. I thought that they would be better off
without me - I didn't want to be a burden. However, looking back my
friends were never very supportive, nor very emotionally dependable - it
was never the deep and meaningful friendship I have yearned for all my
life.Years of fruitless therapy later, I dropped out of my final
semester of university, even though my marks were excellent, due to
overwhelming anxiety and depression. I was brave, and I tried my best to
make friends, but my university experience was lonely and alienating.
Again, I withdrew from society. I soothed myself by watching television
compulsively - the vicarious illusion of company which helped the empty
years drift by. Isolated, my heart became numb, insensate to either
profound depths or exalted highs - I suffered, I was alone, but I did
not feel the intense pain, the pain that is so excruciating one thinks
only sleep or death can offer relief, that afflicts me now. I have not
had a single friend since I was 20, loneliness being my constant and
ever-present companion.However, in very awkward and unfortunate
circumstances, I recently met someone who I thought became my friend - a
true friend. I proceeded very slowly at first, and with caution, ever
having to overcome my anxiety to speak with her little by little. We
didn't see eachother very often at first. Later, unique circumstances
caused us to spend a lot of time together, talking and getting to know
eachother. Early on, she cried in front of me, and I attempted to
console her. Of course, I hid my mental illness from her - I wore my
dissembling mask. It seemed we were kindred spirits with a lot
surprisingly in common: both interests and personality traits - both
perfectionists and people-pleasers - with similar struggles and
adversities. We had both suffered in life. However, she was not at all
shy - just an anxious person. If ever I found a perfect friend, it was
her. One day she confided in me a very deep, and sad trauma which she
still continues to struggle with - resulting in suicidal ideation and
profound sorrow. At that moment I began to love and care for her deeply.
We grew closer and closer, and I tried to help her with her struggles as
best I could, and with my experience. I was often rebuffed for trying to
help her - she placed boundaries which I respected.As we grew close, I
began to feel the pain and sorrow I described above. The thought of
never seeing her again tore at my soul. I couldn't imagine life without
her in it. I summoned the courage and asked her cautiously, 'Are we
friends?' 'Yes, of course', she replied. Prior to that I often asked her
whether she actually liked me, out of insecurity. She affirmed she did.
The pain throbbed in my chest - it was unbearable. I decided to disclose
to her my sad story, and emphasised that after hearing it she was not
obliged to remain my friend. 'I am your friend', she replied, 'We are
friends'. A week passed, and the reason for I cannot say, but she
betrayed me. She renounced our friendship, and my world reeled. I was
angry and upset at her deception - her callous cruelty. I could no
longer bear to see her; we have parted, and we will never see eachother
again.I am in a world of hurt. I cannot stop my tears from flowing. Life
is empty and meaningless without her. The thought that I will never hear
her voice again, see her face, her smile, her bright eyes is unbearable.
I do not know how to cope; everything reminds me of her. I loved her as
a friend with all my heart, but as best as I can I cannot remove the
memory of her from my mind - dislodge the place I made for her in my
heart. I don't know how to deal with the heart-wracking pain of her
loss. I am in despair; I am all alone, again!Sincere gratitude to anyone
who reads this - apologies for the literary quality (I studied
literature at uni!).Yours sincerely.