I feel so invisible. I mean, honeysuckle. It's always been like this my whole life. I've been going to university for four years now and haven't made any friends. When I walk around it's like I'm stuck in one of those revolving animation things... just people moving around and around me ad infinitum. There is no point to the life I'm leading. I'm never going to be able to get a job due to my crippling shyness and anxiety issues which stops me from networking or delivering good interviews (I don't even care that I'd be selling my soul to an evil firm filled with all those fake smiling corporate suits -- I just want a job! Any job!). I also look and feel ten years younger than I am. Going to be a crazy cat lady living on the dole for the rest of my life... joy.
I used to be able to deal with my loneliness but this is getting harder and harder for me now. I was prescribed with Cymbalta around 1.5 months ago. It helped me function some. But since a few days ago I've started crying without volition. Crying in lectures. Crying while walking. Crying on the bus or in bed. I've even cried in front of a stranger today for a trivial reason (getting her name wrong) and it was embarassing. An hour ago I cried so hard I vomited. I'm just crying because the loneliness hurts too much, because of seeing all the happy chatting faces all around me and thinking, 'why can't I have that?'
No one understands (besides, this is too embarassing to tell people). I've tried counselling and psychiatry but I hated it and thought it was an utter waste of money. I now take a fatalistic view of the whole thing...
What is the point of living anymore? If life is a story I am living in, then I am a cipher. I don't know what to do... I know I'm a nice person, I'm not fat or ugly, I'm intelligent enough... I just can't overcome the all-consuming darkness in my mind, cliche as it sounds (and no one understands why I can't just "man up" and overcome my mental issues...it ******* sucks)
Sorry for all the whinging.
I used to be able to deal with my loneliness but this is getting harder and harder for me now. I was prescribed with Cymbalta around 1.5 months ago. It helped me function some. But since a few days ago I've started crying without volition. Crying in lectures. Crying while walking. Crying on the bus or in bed. I've even cried in front of a stranger today for a trivial reason (getting her name wrong) and it was embarassing. An hour ago I cried so hard I vomited. I'm just crying because the loneliness hurts too much, because of seeing all the happy chatting faces all around me and thinking, 'why can't I have that?'
No one understands (besides, this is too embarassing to tell people). I've tried counselling and psychiatry but I hated it and thought it was an utter waste of money. I now take a fatalistic view of the whole thing...
What is the point of living anymore? If life is a story I am living in, then I am a cipher. I don't know what to do... I know I'm a nice person, I'm not fat or ugly, I'm intelligent enough... I just can't overcome the all-consuming darkness in my mind, cliche as it sounds (and no one understands why I can't just "man up" and overcome my mental issues...it ******* sucks)
Sorry for all the whinging.