Twenty years on and off, loads of talking therapy, some trauma therapy and I don’t think I’m any better than when I started. In fact I think it’s worse.
Went shopping with dd last night, managed it but it made me physically sick. All those normal people out and about enjoying themselves, I’m so envious of them. I constantly feel like I can’t quite access real life, im disconnected.
Never look forward to anything, never enjoy anything, things I’ve previously enjoyed now make me feel worse because now they feel weird and it makes me sad.
The last six years have been awful.
Aibu to think once you’ve had a patch of anxiety or depression, which was fairly debilitating, there’s no real way back? It just hangs around forever?