Gripping loneliness is one of my greatest struggles, so I find this to be a balance between wanting to talk to someone and not forcing my currently dour company on others.
There is a lie I live with nearly every day: a feeling of being unloved and at best barely tolerated.
While I know factually this is untrue, it is very hard to… shake. It makes friendships difficult, as I feel awkward and an outsider, which can be its own self-fulfilling prophecy as people misinterpret my aloofness. I show up in a public space… pleasantries may or may not be exchanged, and then I leave to while away the hours. One should not base their self-worth on others, but it is very difficult to disentangle it from how easily society handles your absence, I tell you. Continue reading “Why Should I Talk About My Depression?”