ericberry14 wrote:JdPat04 wrote:ericberry14 wrote:JdPat04 wrote:ericberry14 wrote:I’ve come to realize I’m going to die alone
Why? Too high of standards or just don’t want anyone?
It’s a combo of things. I suck and have become anti social as well so it makes it tough lol
Didn’t ever see that from you. Honest question, are you suffering from depression or anything? Just asking because as you know, I’ve been through it, and it fucking sucks.
You ever need to talk, I still have the same number and will talk with anyone about anything if it might help them….. no homo of course!
I would say I definitely deal with being depressed but idk if it’s like clinical depression. It’s not like I have all these things going for me and I’m just sad all the time ya know? I’m pretty sure if I was filthy rich I’d be happy and be able to find some hottie I could tolerate who was into me for my good looks and money. :dog
If you’re having problems sleeping that can fuck with you a lot as well, not sure if you are or anything.
It sounds like dating someone GOOD might make you feel better too. Time to focus more on the woman’s personality, and who she is and less of what she looks like. Most women who are drop dead gorgeous are either going to use you, or just not be a great person because they’ve been spoiled their whole life, IMO of course.
Time to lower your standards on the looks and find you someone who likes you for who you are, and not what you have, and will care for you. Having someone there for you makes a world of difference. I don’t think you need medicine are anything (I’m not as doctor of course) but I do think finding a therapist to talk to might help. Therapist don’t give out medicine and they aren’t trying to fix you with medicine. I had given up on help from doctors 11 years ago because I kept seeing psychiatrist and they kept doing the same routine of putting me on medicine and then basically ignoring me. “Come back in 3 months and see how you’re doing” even though I told them I felt like I wanted to die every single fucking day. I told them I didn’t want to kill myself because that would hurt my family too much, but I dreamed of just dying and being gone. I felt worthless, and just a miserable excuse for a human. I wasn’t a bad person, but just useless.
I finally went to a therapist and that helped me more than any of the anti depressants ever did. I needed more than therapy, and I got it with weed and the family support.
Not trying to diagnose you or anything, just trying to help you out.