You know? I've been pottering in the kitchen getting my DS's dinner ready, and pondering how dismissive my last post was - and that I was a little out of order, and my apologies for that.
I can only write about my experience. I'm 46 now, been in therapy on and off since I was 23. I came from a totally fucked-up family, complete with narcissism, alcoholism, and abuse.
I can related to feeling totally alone; to crying when I saw all my friends in relationships; to being unable to find a relationship that worked; to crying in relationships because I felt so lonely. I have joined dating websites in a frenzy of needing to connect. I have had my heart broken, which plunged me into a depression that lasted months.
Over the past two years, something has been happening, but I'm not sure what. It felt like I've been to the lower circles of hell, it got so bad - I felt like I was falling apart totally. Complete anxiety, nothing to hold on to. I often say it felt like being on a ship that was sinking. So I guess I hit some kind of bottom. A relationship ended, and a lot started to fall away - and then ... nothing. Nothing happened. Nothing was moving in my outside life.
What I started to notice was that I didn't want anything. I didn't long for a relationship anymore - in fact, I didn't want one. I needed to be by myself, and I have been both content and happy ... as well as bored, frustrated, angry, and everything in between. But never longing for a partner. The possibility of never being someone again felt all right - and this from someone who used to look at women who said this with the horror of incomprehension. I just couldn't believe you could come to a place where you felt that way.
But this is where I am - and I'm not saying it's permanent and I won't go back to really wanting someone, but it's new. I've not felt this before. I think it took going through some kind of psychological wringer to get there - and this after oodles and oodles of therapy too. It took that long.
My 2c about where I'm at right now.