SaharaSenior Contributor
Getting healthy but losing old friends...
Hi Everyone,
I wanted to write about where I am at in my life- if anyone would like to write back, comment or share anything at all, then you are most welcome to do that.
About 13 years ago, I suffered a major mental breakdown which involved severe, repeated panic attacks, severe generalised anxiety, major depression and possibly a touch of depressive psychosis. I had bizarre, confused thoughts and paranoia, anyway.... (I'm not sure if this was the beginnings of psychosis or not and I never asked the psychiatrist to confirm it.)
I thought I would be locked up in a psychiatric hospital forever and never make a recovery. Thank God that did not happen and I was actually never even hospitalised.
Well, it has taken a very, very long time to recover, but I seem to be about 90% well now and haven't taken any medication (except for the occasional sleeping pill) for around five years. I am happily married, I study full-time and I work casually in a very easy job which hardly involves any real effort - (paradise for me!).
My main problem is that 3 of my closest female friends are people I can no longer relate to.
I just spent the weekend with one of the women who I can no longer connect to on any deep level at all, and it was so disappointing and frustrating that I burst into tears! Luckily I didn't cry in front of her and she would not realise that I felt this way.
I think what has happened is that I have done so much soul-searching and difficult, deep emotional work, that many people now seem very "shallow" to me. Of course, people are not really shallow, it's just that they are not used to talking about emotional things, they probably feel embarrassed or threatened and uncomfortable. So they talk about money, fashion, food holidays and work.
Its ts not that I mind talking about inconsequential things. But how long can you really sustain those conversations? And really what is that point of talking about all that stuff over and over again? It seems very pointless to me.
I guess I am grieving a kind of loss. The loss of a frivolous life lived on the surface. I'm glad I have lost that kind of life, but it seems to make me different to everyone else. I feel different.