I'm finally engaging with therapy and able to put a name to the way I've been feeling for the past few years.
At the moment I'm living in a constant state of low-level unhappiness and discontentment, trapped inside my own head.
I feel like a shell of a person with no meaningful relationships outside of my marriage. I have nothing to say to anyone and nothing to offer them other than superficial pleasantries.
My husband loves me but I've already mentally checked out of my marriage as a method of self-preservation while I wait for it to fail. If it does I'll be well prepared and able to carry on my own.
I long for connection and fear it at the same time, worried that I will never be able to live up to expectations and be a good enough friend. Not lively enough, interesting enough, caring enough. I have no hobbies and my self-esteem is at rock-bottom, so on the rare occasion I have something to talk about I'm already convinced that no one will be interested in hearing it, or I will come across as ignorant.
I think I'm even boring my therapist.
I'm never grumpy, never angry, nor am I ever ecstatic or excited or enthusiastic. I'm just...not here. Completely vacant.
Enthusiasm and passion feel like such ostentatious emotions when I try them. The kind of outburst that looks wonderful and joyful on other people who deserve it, but that would look vulgar and embarrassing on me.
To others I must seem perpetually underwhelmed.
I used to be creative. Have dreams. Be brave. I used to be good at things.
I can't see a way out of this. The thought of living like this for the rest of my life terrifies me.