Rose White
VIP Member
I’ve been trying to reach out and connect with people. I started two texting conversations with my cousins and it is hard. I kind of reconnected with a local person, but I’ve been resisting asking her to go out for a drink and chat.
I crave the connection but am overwhelmed by it at the same time. My mind feels all mixed up from therapy and processing that conversations feel strange, like on a level I’m less familiar with.
The good part is less obsessing on relationships—that seems to have subsided greatly. But there’s a sense of depression that springs forth whenever I connect with someone. It’s like dark matter, attached to the event. I am reminded of my own withered social life. And talking just feels hard.
Maybe I’m just being whiny. Of course it’s going to be hard to reconnect with people after having progressively isolated yourself! Don’t stop because it’s hard!
I crave the connection but am overwhelmed by it at the same time. My mind feels all mixed up from therapy and processing that conversations feel strange, like on a level I’m less familiar with.
The good part is less obsessing on relationships—that seems to have subsided greatly. But there’s a sense of depression that springs forth whenever I connect with someone. It’s like dark matter, attached to the event. I am reminded of my own withered social life. And talking just feels hard.
Maybe I’m just being whiny. Of course it’s going to be hard to reconnect with people after having progressively isolated yourself! Don’t stop because it’s hard!
