I'm writing here for the first time, I think mainly because I need to
feel like I'm somehow connected to people who think, even remotely, like
I do. I've suffered from depression and anxiety for a long time. I was
first diagnosed last year but I can'...
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I'm writing here for the first time, I think mainly because I need to
feel like I'm somehow connected to people who think, even remotely, like
I do. I've suffered from depression and anxiety for a long time. I was
first diagnosed last year but I can't remember a time when I didn't have
this feeling of sluggishness, discomfort, and most poignantly the
feeling that I am unsafe. I've lived a perfectly good life, I'm from a
middle class family, I've had a good education and now I'm approaching
the end of my art degree. I paint, I sing, I teach music to children, I
run a choir now, I have a partner, I live a perfectly good life. I do
all the things people tell me will make me happy. I cannot mention that
I am unhappy anymore because it feels like a burden and a bore. There's
never change, unless it's getting worse, if it gets better I'm still sad
and no one seems to understand. And besides, it doesn't add up, because
I live a perfectly good life. There are trauma points in my history, but
I'm starting to think I made them for myself to compensate for my
internal unease. I'm filled with shame and confusion and a constant
desire to be honest in a defiantly dishonest society, which is what I am
trying to ease by posting some of my story here. I know nobody wants to
know, because this is an anonymous forum. No one who will read this
cares about who I am, or will be affected by any differences I make on
the planet, presumably. I just don't know what to do anymore. I've taken
all the steps. I've been on medication, and nothing works for me, and
besides I want a long term fix, not to permanently be reliant on drugs
that change my chemistry. I can't be sure if I like myself because I
don't have confidence in my own opinion, and I am not sure who I am
anyway. I can't identify as anything. I'm female, and I'm male. I have
more than one will and voice in my head. But because I love my family
and the people around me I can never reveal the extent of the collapse
of information in my head. All I can be sure of is how I feel, because
it's in the present. I feel love, I feel fear of losing that love. I am
yearning for a purpose to my suffering. I need to know I am making
something for this world that isn't negative, that contributes to
humanity. But all I feel is loneliness. And shame. And then fear. And
sometimes anger. But mostly it is just heavy, lethargic sadness. As soon
as I am on my own, I am crushed. I can barely take this anymore.