Happy Birthday to Me
Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 6:43 am
Today is my birthday. For many people, birthdays are a time of celebration, spent with friends and family. For me, birthdays are a time of solitude and contemplation about why I’ve spent another year unhappily alone. I’m turning 50 years old. I’ve lived half a century now and I have no close family left. I also have no wife, girlfriend or even close friends.
All throughout my life, I’ve suffered from depression. When I was a child, my parents realized something was wrong with me and took me to a child psychiatrist. As far as I remember, he was a nice guy, but it didn’t help. As an adult, I saw several different psychiatrists and counselors over the years. None of them helped either. I also tried a wide variety of antidepressants (Prozac, Wellbutrin, Effexor, etc.). None of them helped very much either. Actually, one did help, but it was a trial for a new drug that wasn’t brought to market because it didn’t work for most people (minorities like me don’t matter). This may have been the only brief period in my life that I felt “normal.”
Now, I don’t see anyone for counseling and don’t take any medication. I’m not much worse off as a result, but I’m also not much better off. I’ve learned how to cope with my depression much better, but I certainly haven’t overcome it and don’t think I ever will. I’ve learned to accept it, but I haven’t really been able to find anyone else willing or able to do so.
I’ve tried almost all of my life to change things, in the hope that life could be better. I’ve almost always failed. I’ve succeeded in some minor respects, teaching myself how to act like things are ok in order to have what seems like a relatively normal life. But it’s all just an act. Things have never been ok and constantly trying to act as if they are has taken a huge toll on me as well. The only time I can be myself is when I’m alone.
I’d give anything to be able to find one person who could understand me at least to some extent and accept me as I am. But, that’s never happened and at this stage in life, it seems extremely unlikely that it ever will.
The problem is largely my own fault. I’m not interested in or attracted to many people. The few that I am really interested in and (in the case of women) attracted to are unfortunately never interested in me. On the rare occasion when I find a woman I’m really interested in who shows some potential interest in me, the relationship never lasts long. I think that’s mostly because what she’s interested in is my act, not me. I have to put on the act to have any remote chance of attracting anyone. However, after I get to know the person and feel comfortable with her (which doesn’t happen often), I feel maybe I can let some of my true self be known. That’s always a mistake. I’ve never found anyone willing to accept me for who I really am and put up with my flaws.
I’ve thought about killing myself many times over many years, but obviously haven’t done that. I’m not sure why. Maybe I’m just too afraid to do so. Maybe I still can’t give up hope that somehow, life could be better and I could find some reasonable degree of happiness. Based on all of my life’s experience, that’s a ridiculous hope.
The odds are that I’ll continue to spend the rest of my life alone. I wonder how many more birthdays I’ll have. If things keep going as they have so far, I hope not too many.
All throughout my life, I’ve suffered from depression. When I was a child, my parents realized something was wrong with me and took me to a child psychiatrist. As far as I remember, he was a nice guy, but it didn’t help. As an adult, I saw several different psychiatrists and counselors over the years. None of them helped either. I also tried a wide variety of antidepressants (Prozac, Wellbutrin, Effexor, etc.). None of them helped very much either. Actually, one did help, but it was a trial for a new drug that wasn’t brought to market because it didn’t work for most people (minorities like me don’t matter). This may have been the only brief period in my life that I felt “normal.”
Now, I don’t see anyone for counseling and don’t take any medication. I’m not much worse off as a result, but I’m also not much better off. I’ve learned how to cope with my depression much better, but I certainly haven’t overcome it and don’t think I ever will. I’ve learned to accept it, but I haven’t really been able to find anyone else willing or able to do so.
I’ve tried almost all of my life to change things, in the hope that life could be better. I’ve almost always failed. I’ve succeeded in some minor respects, teaching myself how to act like things are ok in order to have what seems like a relatively normal life. But it’s all just an act. Things have never been ok and constantly trying to act as if they are has taken a huge toll on me as well. The only time I can be myself is when I’m alone.
I’d give anything to be able to find one person who could understand me at least to some extent and accept me as I am. But, that’s never happened and at this stage in life, it seems extremely unlikely that it ever will.
The problem is largely my own fault. I’m not interested in or attracted to many people. The few that I am really interested in and (in the case of women) attracted to are unfortunately never interested in me. On the rare occasion when I find a woman I’m really interested in who shows some potential interest in me, the relationship never lasts long. I think that’s mostly because what she’s interested in is my act, not me. I have to put on the act to have any remote chance of attracting anyone. However, after I get to know the person and feel comfortable with her (which doesn’t happen often), I feel maybe I can let some of my true self be known. That’s always a mistake. I’ve never found anyone willing to accept me for who I really am and put up with my flaws.
I’ve thought about killing myself many times over many years, but obviously haven’t done that. I’m not sure why. Maybe I’m just too afraid to do so. Maybe I still can’t give up hope that somehow, life could be better and I could find some reasonable degree of happiness. Based on all of my life’s experience, that’s a ridiculous hope.
The odds are that I’ll continue to spend the rest of my life alone. I wonder how many more birthdays I’ll have. If things keep going as they have so far, I hope not too many.