Tales from the Angst Theatre... (Potential Trigger)
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:03 pm
Okay, so here we go.
I've had issues with depression as far back as I can remember. But for a long time, I thought I had them under control. I wasn't lethargic, or apathetic, and I didn't spend too much of my time feeling sorry for myself. When the feelings came, I could fight them off.
But then my girlfriend at the time cheated on me with four of my friends, then blamed me for it on account of my "not being intimate" though I was as often as possible. Regardless, this shook my faith in her and the people around me, and the depression swings began to get worse and worse.
Eventually, I became suicidal, and she, citing my new self-pitying outlook on life dumped me for another man. We'd been together for five years. She later did roughly the same thing to the next guy, so go figure.
Needless to say, I did attempt to kill myself. With a pan of water and a toaster. I didn't do it, obviously. However, I don't really remember how the event ended. It's just a blank. Probably for the best.
I spent a long time after that in another city, away from my oldest friends, surrounded by a bunch of assholes who reliably and constantly stabbed me in the back.
I saw a few women, but none of them were who I was looking for. After a while, I pretty much stopped the dating thing.
I found some reliable friends. I was even the priest at one of their weddings.
However, I tried to stay friends with my ex, but she sort of just kept on treating me like her emotional punching bag whenever she needed it, and after a while, I told her to grow up and leave me alone.
She responded by writing a letter full of hate and hurt toward me, culminating in telling me that the time she spent with me was a "living hell." This left me very shaken, and despite my best attempts, it is still difficult to ignore her words. Once upon a time, after all, they were my gospel.
But I've tried my absoulte best to put myself back together. Going back to school and trying to get my life going in some direction. Want to move back to California someday. Do a whole lot of things on the way.
But often, whenever someone around here finds out that I'm from California, people give me this look, and start treating me differently. Like they think that I think I'm better than them.
I'd pretty much given up on finding a girl when I met this awesome woman here in town through a friend. Long story short, she's the sort of lady who knows where she's going in life. She's beautiful, smart and confident in her abilities, and part of me is intimidated by that.
Through a complicated series of events, she found out I had feelings for her, and so I just asked her out for coffee. She agreed, but never called me back. I still see her quite often with my friends, but at the same time, I don't want to make her uncomfortable.
Obviously, this is where my story kinda breaks down. Basically, I'm in a place I don't want to be. I am struggling through school. My moods shifts almost randomly. My friends can't completely understand. The girl I happened to fall for is doing her best to ignore me. My own life ambitions seem too small for me, but I can't think of any better ideas than "survive."
I don't just want to survive. But it just seems like I can't figure out how to... do more. Everyone tells me that my education will give me the opportunities I'm looking for, but... whatever. Typical twenty-something angst.
Just needed to throw this all out.
I've had issues with depression as far back as I can remember. But for a long time, I thought I had them under control. I wasn't lethargic, or apathetic, and I didn't spend too much of my time feeling sorry for myself. When the feelings came, I could fight them off.
But then my girlfriend at the time cheated on me with four of my friends, then blamed me for it on account of my "not being intimate" though I was as often as possible. Regardless, this shook my faith in her and the people around me, and the depression swings began to get worse and worse.
Eventually, I became suicidal, and she, citing my new self-pitying outlook on life dumped me for another man. We'd been together for five years. She later did roughly the same thing to the next guy, so go figure.
Needless to say, I did attempt to kill myself. With a pan of water and a toaster. I didn't do it, obviously. However, I don't really remember how the event ended. It's just a blank. Probably for the best.
I spent a long time after that in another city, away from my oldest friends, surrounded by a bunch of assholes who reliably and constantly stabbed me in the back.
I saw a few women, but none of them were who I was looking for. After a while, I pretty much stopped the dating thing.
I found some reliable friends. I was even the priest at one of their weddings.
However, I tried to stay friends with my ex, but she sort of just kept on treating me like her emotional punching bag whenever she needed it, and after a while, I told her to grow up and leave me alone.
She responded by writing a letter full of hate and hurt toward me, culminating in telling me that the time she spent with me was a "living hell." This left me very shaken, and despite my best attempts, it is still difficult to ignore her words. Once upon a time, after all, they were my gospel.
But I've tried my absoulte best to put myself back together. Going back to school and trying to get my life going in some direction. Want to move back to California someday. Do a whole lot of things on the way.
But often, whenever someone around here finds out that I'm from California, people give me this look, and start treating me differently. Like they think that I think I'm better than them.
I'd pretty much given up on finding a girl when I met this awesome woman here in town through a friend. Long story short, she's the sort of lady who knows where she's going in life. She's beautiful, smart and confident in her abilities, and part of me is intimidated by that.
Through a complicated series of events, she found out I had feelings for her, and so I just asked her out for coffee. She agreed, but never called me back. I still see her quite often with my friends, but at the same time, I don't want to make her uncomfortable.
Obviously, this is where my story kinda breaks down. Basically, I'm in a place I don't want to be. I am struggling through school. My moods shifts almost randomly. My friends can't completely understand. The girl I happened to fall for is doing her best to ignore me. My own life ambitions seem too small for me, but I can't think of any better ideas than "survive."
I don't just want to survive. But it just seems like I can't figure out how to... do more. Everyone tells me that my education will give me the opportunities I'm looking for, but... whatever. Typical twenty-something angst.
Just needed to throw this all out.