i thought I was getting better, but I’m falling apart. I feel like a clown, I interact with people, they laugh and then turn their backs. At the end of the day I’m back here, alone, and I’m so sick.
i thought I was getting better, but I’m falling apart. I feel like a clown, I interact with people, they laugh and then turn their backs. At the end of the day I’m back here, alone, and I’m so sick.
It sounds like you may be feeling very self-conscious about interactions. It took me a long time to learn, but much of the time (I’ve come to realize), “they ain’t studying on me.” Like—other people aren’t scrutinizing me or judging me as much as I think they are.
Plenty of people are so wrapped up up in their own heads that they aren’t paying you any attention, perhaps not realizing how you are reading their responses to you.
Maybe it’s just me getting older, but “when I am an old woman, I shall wear purple.” If others think I’m dressed weird or acting oddly—what of it? I don’t need (and can’t have) everyone’s approval. Sure—there are limits; I don’t want to endanger myself or others, or provoke hostility. I don’t want to be mean to anyone.
If you make overtures of friendship and kindness and are turned away, that says a lot more about others than it does about you.
I strongly agree with the first part but this can be dangerous advice for someone with depression who doesn’t have the right tools to connect with other people.
Yes, there are many shitty people out there that are just not worth it but PLEASE don’t jump to the conclusion that everyone else is at fault here.