That, really. I’m only in my mid 20s, but I’ve given up on ever having friends or a boyfriend. I have severe self esteem issues, and major trust issues due to trauma. I’m overweight, with an unfortunate face and an even worse personality. I make dull look exciting.
I get anxious doing the bare minimum and overthink myself sick. Therapy has never worked, but antidepressants keep me stable enough to hold down a fairly well paying job. Other medical issues leave me too exhausted by the end of the working day to really do anything other than cook dinner.
I’m just so sick of trying and hoping that everything will look up for me, that I’ve started accepting that it likely won’t. All I do is work and spend time with my dog. I’m saving for a house as currently living from home, but being around people is exhausting.
My ideal life would include a husband and children, but unfortunately I don’t think it’s a possibility for me. I’m not very attractive, never been hit on or catcalled. Even as a teenager I was the one who always heard “so who is your friend?” instead of “who are you?”.
So my next best ideal is a small house and a quiet, peaceful life with my dog (and possibly another dog eventually).
Everyone I mention this too thinks it’s just the anxiety and depression talking, and while I totally agree, I just don’t think it’s ever going to change so why bother hoping? No hope = no disappointment right?
AIBU to think that for some people life is just to be lived alone?