I hope this is the right category to post this. If not, somebody please point me to the right direction. Thank you
You, see, sometimes I feel like doing something creative or helpful. But the moment I actually try to sit down and do it, I go like...but who cares? Why should anyone care about anything I say or do, particularly?
The problem is...I do feel like whatever I do, if it doesn't help anyone, it doesn't really matter. And yet, I'm so afraid of being refused..I guess...or mocked, even, just the thought of it makes me feel so anxious that I just withdraw myself from everything.
...actually, I don't know what else to say. I do respond well to philosophical arguments, you could say this has now become an existential issue for me...that is why it's really hard to say anything more without making it sound trivial or whiny.
I guess I'm trying to figure out how to turn this feeling of being irrelevant into something constructive. I should add, before you say anything, that I do have hobbies and interests, but.......it's just that.....I don't feel compelled to do anything, it's just this all-consuming, vexing feeling of darkness and despair that is threatening to swallow me. Completely, head to toe, body and soul. And I can't for the love of god find a way to connect to...anyone...in a way that would be...that would feel real enough, if that makes any sense to you. For some reason, this last bit almost makes me burst into tears. I do get why people...feel the way they feel, I can even sympathise with them up to a point, but it's really difficult to get my own feelings across.
I know I'm being terribly abstract now, but I feel so dissociated...yes, that might be the right word....that it feels really pointless to talk about myself. As I have said before, why would anyone.....even this post is...more because I just had to try to...at least try to talk to someone about this. And the tears again....but I do feel some relief now.
Thank you for letting me do that.
That's gotta do for now.....need to go to bed.
You, see, sometimes I feel like doing something creative or helpful. But the moment I actually try to sit down and do it, I go like...but who cares? Why should anyone care about anything I say or do, particularly?
The problem is...I do feel like whatever I do, if it doesn't help anyone, it doesn't really matter. And yet, I'm so afraid of being refused..I guess...or mocked, even, just the thought of it makes me feel so anxious that I just withdraw myself from everything.
...actually, I don't know what else to say. I do respond well to philosophical arguments, you could say this has now become an existential issue for me...that is why it's really hard to say anything more without making it sound trivial or whiny.
I guess I'm trying to figure out how to turn this feeling of being irrelevant into something constructive. I should add, before you say anything, that I do have hobbies and interests, but.......it's just that.....I don't feel compelled to do anything, it's just this all-consuming, vexing feeling of darkness and despair that is threatening to swallow me. Completely, head to toe, body and soul. And I can't for the love of god find a way to connect to...anyone...in a way that would be...that would feel real enough, if that makes any sense to you. For some reason, this last bit almost makes me burst into tears. I do get why people...feel the way they feel, I can even sympathise with them up to a point, but it's really difficult to get my own feelings across.
I know I'm being terribly abstract now, but I feel so dissociated...yes, that might be the right word....that it feels really pointless to talk about myself. As I have said before, why would anyone.....even this post is...more because I just had to try to...at least try to talk to someone about this. And the tears again....but I do feel some relief now.
Thank you for letting me do that.