I have perhaps 5 people in my life, and only 2 of those - my parents, I see in any capacity that can be regarded as regular contact. I know some people may even have less than that, which upsets me.
It feels so demoralising that with all these people, no one seems to want to be friends with me for 7 years now. Again, some probably have had this even worse than that.
What I feel about this I cannot really describe. The rejection hurts, and I do not know how to get out of it.
My social skills are very poor, and I historically have placed trust in all the wrong people, and it ruined my life (Drugs, mainly) from a very young age
I feel like I am living in solitary confinement sometimes, as I live alone, and work alone. I want to have connections with other people, but I find interactions so draining a tiring, that I doubt I’d even be capable of maintaining anything long term, despite my natural need for social interaction.
All of this is confusing, and I don’t know the answers.
I just do not find it fair that after dealing with drugs and abuse from 11-17 years old, to psychosis from 17-33 (Present) I have had a lot to deal with and everything that people seem to take for granted is hopelessly broken for me, and I think this must be the case for many others too.
Wanted to make this post here to see if anyone can relate. I am not fishing for compassionate responses, but rather to see if anyone has found the fight against mental problems has left their lives in such a mess, that even with recovery, some things like simply having a friend to talk too are beyond reach - despite there being 8 billion people on this planet