I know this has been a tough year for everyone but this has probably been the worst seven months of life I've ever experienced. And that's saying something considering I had one of the shittiest childhoods you could imagine.
I have tried everything to mitigate my depression and PTSD. Counseling, medication, living off the grid in some of America's most beautiful National Parks.
My resume reads like it's a bucket list. I'm currently in Alaska. Moved here from the Grand Canyon. I should feel like I'm on top of the world.
But I don't. I feel nothing except bouts of anxiety and panic. I overthink everything and that leads to me being very uncomfortable in social settings. People don't see who I really am because I hide.
I'm brilliant and creative but I've had writer's block for a decade. Can't break it.
I'm lonely af.
This isn't anything new that people on here haven't posted about before. But I've pushed just about everyone away and I don't know why. My best friend won't talk to me anymore.
And right around the time COVID broke out, I was thrust into a situation where I had to perform CPR on a co-worker. He died. I didn't process it at all. Didn't want grief counseling. I've had enough therapy for one lifetime as is.
So I drove across the country twice in May. Aimlessly. Spent all my cash, cut myself off from the world.
I came here to right the ship and for about a week I thought I was on track. Now I feel the impending darkness closing in again.
Anyway I'm not feeling suicidal but I needed to vent. I'm tired. I just don't know anymore.
Thanks for listening.
I have tried everything to mitigate my depression and PTSD. Counseling, medication, living off the grid in some of America's most beautiful National Parks.
My resume reads like it's a bucket list. I'm currently in Alaska. Moved here from the Grand Canyon. I should feel like I'm on top of the world.
But I don't. I feel nothing except bouts of anxiety and panic. I overthink everything and that leads to me being very uncomfortable in social settings. People don't see who I really am because I hide.
I'm brilliant and creative but I've had writer's block for a decade. Can't break it.
I'm lonely af.
This isn't anything new that people on here haven't posted about before. But I've pushed just about everyone away and I don't know why. My best friend won't talk to me anymore.
And right around the time COVID broke out, I was thrust into a situation where I had to perform CPR on a co-worker. He died. I didn't process it at all. Didn't want grief counseling. I've had enough therapy for one lifetime as is.
So I drove across the country twice in May. Aimlessly. Spent all my cash, cut myself off from the world.
I came here to right the ship and for about a week I thought I was on track. Now I feel the impending darkness closing in again.
Anyway I'm not feeling suicidal but I needed to vent. I'm tired. I just don't know anymore.
Thanks for listening.