AstelContributor
Desperate to change myself
All I want above anything else is to feel my emotions again and connect to people.
I have become severely withdrawn and disconnected.
So, so long of persevering in my own lonely world.
I am in a very dark place.
I am entrenched in shame from having a mental illness I will not acknowledge. I have been splitting myself in two. Showing a front to the world to get by when inside it's not just pain it feels like I'm dying.
I am too much of a coward to say what needs to be said.
It's very hard to hold on to hope right now.
It felt like this way I adopted of being, which was to ignore all my problems inside in hopes they would go away has just given me something I will never be able to fully heal now.
I have turned down opportunities to date people who could have been the love of my life and could have helped me out of the darkness. I allowed the fear to take hold and now I feel unlovable.
I just want to be loved.
I just want clarity.
I don't want to be scared anymore.
I need to get back in contact with people again. People from my past. I need to connect again. In order to regain a sense of who I am. I am not really connected to anyone.
It's not just my mind that is fragmented, it is truly my life.
When all this started, I had already changed 5 different schools and countless houses.
My parents actions broke me and made me lost inside. How do I even start to communicate this and get clarity?
I want to reach out to people I knew in school and I want them to respond kindly to me. But my mind is telling me I'm a freak who deserves to be outcasted. I am so mistrustful. Paranoid.
And the internet just exacerbated my alienation.
I know at core I am a good person worthy of love.
But right now I'm ill.
I don't want my words to just be empty. I want acknowledgement.
Where do I go for help?
I know there is still hope for me to find myself again. With the right support. I have to start with honesty.
This is the quote that matters to me most:
“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
- Dostoyevsky