When I was younger, i was happy. I know being nostalgic always makes
people imagine they were happier than they were, but i remember how the
voice inside my head used to be. She was optimistic, supportive,
forgiving, and had this underlying sparkle o...
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When I was younger, i was happy. I know being nostalgic always makes
people imagine they were happier than they were, but i remember how the
voice inside my head used to be. She was optimistic, supportive,
forgiving, and had this underlying sparkle of hope. My inner voice now
is always berating me, telling me to give up, telling me to eat more to
feel a momentary bit of happiness, telling me I am a failure. I have
been through a lot in the interim - worked a job for 4 years i used to
love, then grew to hate, met my partner (a supportive yet anxious
introvert), adopted my dream dog, started my own business, and had a
back injury 6 months ago which stopped my part time job as a yoga
teacher (I spent thousands of dollars to become certified as a yoga
teacher, and 6 months after starting i had a disc prolapse which
rendered me unable to walk for a while. Being on painkillers was great,
but coming off them, i think they made my antidepressants stop working.
I feel tremendously weaker, older, sadder, fatter and uglier than i did.
I just feel like i don't fit into this space i carved out for myself
anymore. I don't feel smart. I don't feel inspired. I feel isolated,
lonely and sad all the time. Every day is a struggle to get out of bed,
i feel redundant in this world, I feel like i have to work extra hard as
an expat. I have medicare, but i am finding it really hard to get the
help i know i need. I don't have a lot of money, as my business is only
a year old - but when i asked my GP to recommend a psychologist, he gave
me a referral to see one that costed $200 a session. He knows I don't
have a lot of money, he knows i am on medicare, idk if he was testing
me? So now I have to ask again - arent you supposed to get 10 sessions
free with a psych? I desperately need to talk to someone to make sense
of all this. I feel lost, hopeless and like nothing will ever help me to
be happy again. I know i am reinforcing these negative thoughts by
writing them down, but expressing how i feel (though its making me cry
more) feels cathartic.