Went away, out of the country. Alone. It was amazing!
But the day of my birthday it hit me like a train - I’m so alone. I think everyone thinks I’m ok, and I’m not. Still. Two years of good psychotherapy and I’m still on my own. And I know it’s my own fault, I won’t be with just anyone, so here I am.
My family aren’t brilliant, I’ve backed off massively this year hoping they’d put some effort in...nothing happened, and one of my sisters has stopped bothering at all now.
None of my friends are single and without kids, late thirties, like me, so I don’t think anyone really understands how I feel. I’m really struggling to see what the point is to any of this. Sobbing as I type, and I’m so sorry to sound so self pitying today.
What can I do? Does anyone else feel like this? Maybe I need to give in, get some antidepressants.