Like most (but probably all) of the people on this site, I'm an incredibly lonely person. I used men and sex as medication and while I was lucky enough to not catch anything, I constantly retraumatized myself every time the newest man failed to save me from myself. The latest failure was the hardest, because I truly feel as though I had finally found someone who fully understood me and it ended simply because we lived a little too far away.
My therapist has recommended over and over that I choose to be single, and now that I actually am, I'm struggling pretty badly. I catch myself constantly subconsciously reaching out to men and I have to force myself to stop. I don't have many friends, and the ones that I do have live pretty far away. I used to write music, but stopped because I figured that I was terrible at it. My therapist told me that I should pick it up again. I want to, kinda, but every time I start up again I feel myself hating every word on the paper. Nothing I write could ever turn out how I want it to. I mean, I understand that the point is for me to find my "flow," but it all seems so pointless. Why write lyrics when Bob Dylan exists, you know? I wish my "flow" was something else. Something that wasn't so useless.
I feel bad for not wanting to be alone, which sounds dumb, but I wish I didn't feel so desperately alone all the time. I wish that my brain was enough company for me. I wish I could feel comfortable in my own skin without the validation of someone else's love. I've been seeing this therapist for almost a year and he's helped me more than any other therapist I've ever had so I trust him, but I dunno. Sometimes I could really use a hug.
My therapist has recommended over and over that I choose to be single, and now that I actually am, I'm struggling pretty badly. I catch myself constantly subconsciously reaching out to men and I have to force myself to stop. I don't have many friends, and the ones that I do have live pretty far away. I used to write music, but stopped because I figured that I was terrible at it. My therapist told me that I should pick it up again. I want to, kinda, but every time I start up again I feel myself hating every word on the paper. Nothing I write could ever turn out how I want it to. I mean, I understand that the point is for me to find my "flow," but it all seems so pointless. Why write lyrics when Bob Dylan exists, you know? I wish my "flow" was something else. Something that wasn't so useless.
I feel bad for not wanting to be alone, which sounds dumb, but I wish I didn't feel so desperately alone all the time. I wish that my brain was enough company for me. I wish I could feel comfortable in my own skin without the validation of someone else's love. I've been seeing this therapist for almost a year and he's helped me more than any other therapist I've ever had so I trust him, but I dunno. Sometimes I could really use a hug.