I'm feeling quite teary and sorry for myself tonight and need a kick up the arse or a handhold or whatever seems fair. I've always struggled with life, and have suffered from anxiety and depression for as long as I can remember. I was very sheltered as a teenager, growing up in the middle of nowhere, and never had many friends. Things improved when I went to uni, and I did make some friends, then at 22 met my first boyfriend. Unfortunately, he was an abusive arse, but I was too naive to see how bad it was. He ended up cheating and gaslighting me about it, which was awful, and really messed with my head. The rest of my relationships kind of went the same way...me not seeing the signs until it was too late.
In late 2018, I basically had a breakdown after yet another man treated me like dirt and messed me about for months. We basically looked and acted like a couple, but he refused to actually make it official and made me feel ridiculous for wanting to, only to immediately meet someone else right after I finally got sick of it and dumped him, and he had no problem calling her a girlfriend and introducing her to his family. My self esteem was on the floor, and I was at the lowest point of my life, at 33, single, a shit job, barely any friends (I'd moved around a lot). I started 2019 feeling terrible, low, and if things would never get better for me, but then I was offered quite a good job, and suddenly everything turned around for me. I loved the job, I met loads of people, I made friends at work, and eventually met my ex there. By October 2019 I was absolutely on top of the world. I was living on my own in a small flat, I had friends, a busy social life, a boyfriend, hobbies...I felt like I'd finally cracked it and turned it all around. And then the pandemic hit. All the isolation crushed my mental health, and the covid anxiety made me a nervous wreck. My ex couldn't take it and became increasingly abusive to me, shouting and snapping. It somehow ended up in yet another situation where he was hot and cold with me, sometimes telling me he wanted to buy a house together and get married and sometimes acting like we were barely even together. We broke up, and I moved further away from him, but we somehow ended up semi getting back together, going on dates, and he kept inviting me to stuff with his friends. I knew this wasn't good for me, but I was so incredibly lonely, and the pandemic and my anxiety made it hard to meet new people. I eventually ended things for good in late 2022, only for my health to completely go to shit. I've spent the last year being referred for thing after thing, one health issue after another. I had been excited to move on and rebuild my life, but this year has been a whirlwind of hospital appointments. I've also lost several family members. It's been dreadful.
So I'm now 38, and I feel broken. Most of the friends I met at work have moved away, I'd made a few acquaintances locally, but they've all ghosted me or iced me out since I've been having the health issues. I think they might think I'm just making excuses or don't want to meet. I look back at pics of me at 36 when I originally left my ex, and I looked so young and vibrant. Now I feel like a shell of my former self. I really want to build a life, but is it possible at this age? It's not only the romantic partner situation, I don't have any friends, either. I'm totally isolated. I think in some ways I probably needed this year to myself to get over the abusive relationship I was in, and take stock, and realise that I deserve so much better, but how do I even go about doing this? When it comes to men, I feel like I just have no trust there anymore. Even outside of my own experiences, I read things on here, and it seems like it's so risky. I'm really inexperienced now at talking to men and flirting, and I don't go anywhere where I'd naturally meet men and get to know them as friends. I definitely don't want to be on the apps, after some truly dreadful experiences. I just feel so desperately lonely. I think I'm a fairly interesting person, kind, not mean or a gossip, people tell me I'm attractive, nice figure, people generally seem to like me...I just don't ever seem to be anyone's number one choice, for relationships or anything else.