Hi. I just joined this site tonight (I’m another person who found out about it through Kitboga-- there seems to be a fair amount of us from what I’ve seen.)
I’ve had so much treatment for mental health and I really feel like I’ve made progress, at least at times. But at the same time it feels like I never know how to reach out for emotional support in a healthy way. I can post on forums like this and some other places, but when people respond to me, it seems like it’s never enough. Not only is it not the same as getting support from real-life friends, but I will also just continue to doubt my own worth no matter what validation others may give to me.
It sort of feels like there’s something fundamentally missing within me. I’m not able to feel like I matter. I currently have few close relationships with people I know outside of the internet. Some of my family has rejected me, but I still talk to my mother and sister (mostly through text messages due to distance and the difficult logistics of visiting them.) My best friend that I have known for over 15 years lives a state away from me, and other friends I have had do not seem to want to do the work to keep up the relationships. It’s always me reaching out and waiting for ages for a response that may or may not come. And I can be painfully shy. Some who are acquainted with me believe that I just do fine without others in my life, and while I do need a fair amount of alone time, I really need more connection.
I played rugby in my undergraduate years of college and developed some close friendships through that that I wish would be stronger now. It could be my fault that they’re not. I used to feel the need to get reassurance and attention from some of those friends to the extent that my brain would seemingly manufacture suicidal crises so I could seek help and guidance from friends and even going to the hospital. I understand now how overwhelming my behavior could’ve been, and how it may have alienated some people.
Still, I miss the feeling of being cared about like that. Sometimes I feel tempted to devise a fake suicide attempt that I know wouldn’t actually work just because I want so badly to be taken care of and even “rescued” in a way, though I don’t currently seem to have anything I need rescuing from. (And yes, I do understand how manipulative that is. It makes me feel guilty that I have these thoughts.)
I’ve been through some difficult things in the past, and life seems to be objectively better for me. I’ve overcome homelessness on two occasions (with a fair amount of help from others, so I perhaps discount the role I played in surviving) and have fought through some serious mental health issues, among other things. I was told that I could never handle actually going to college and here I am about to finish my master’s degree (if I can motivate myself to finish my last few projects.) But I still feel like I need help. I crave the feeling of needing someone, if that makes sense.
I am seeing a therapist and a psychiatrist. But I always want more.
Sorry if this is long and disjointed.