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This is me in a nutshell
The only thing it’s missing to be me is the guilt of feeling so down.
Don’t forget the fear of disappointing your family and friends because you are too miserable to move forward with your life. And the fear of even trying, as well as the fear of actually succeeding at something you do try.
Oh god… I know all of that too well. I have some pretty lofty goals for my own future, and I’m terrified of failing. But I think I’m even more afraid of actually succeeding. Sometimes I’ll sit down at my desk, all ready to get to work, but as soon as I have my pen in hand, I just can’t do anything. I freeze up. I’ve tried to explain this to other people and they all look at me like I’m insane. “What could be bad about succeeding? That makes no sense!” Or even better: “Well maybe this isn’t the right path for you. If you get so anxious about just doing the work, it clearly doesn’t make you as happy as it should.” Gee, thanks for making me question everything about my life down to my own existence…
Why do I still feel so damn sad.. #ChasingAwayTheBlues http://t.co/1ToHTYS37x via @depressioncomix
http://t.co/qAiuzV1Oxg i hate my life
This is so me…
This is the part I get frustrated with and why I get so damn angry at people asking.”why are you sad?” I don’t know ok?! It just happens…
This is something I’ve struggled with for the longest time. My mind works analytically, seeing everything as a device or machine of some kind. Any time something is wrong, their is a solution. A part to fix or replace. And then, in theory, it will work again. But this line of thought fails when I think on myself, in a similar situation of having a caring family, a decent job, and a few solid friends. I can’t find the broken part to fix to make myself not feel so depressed all the time.