I was feeling quite down about this the other day. I always find this time of year really isolating as I have so few local connections and no partner or family.
I only had one proper friend growing up but then she moved away. Everyone else had their own best friend or group of friends and weren't interested in making new ones. In primary school I dreaded breaks as I was literally the only kid on their own in the playground. I tried being friendly with others from the periphery but the Queen Bee told me I was being clingy and from then on I was bullied. I completely shut myself off from other people after that.
In my early 20s I had lots of 'going out' friends and a pretty full-on social life, but then I got ill and couldn't go out drinking anymore. All but one drifted.
I made a couple of close friends in my late 20s but one ghosted me, and the other I phased out because she had become very negative and only seemed to want to talk about conspiracy theories, and because I was fed up of her messing me about.
Since then I've got friendly with quite a few people but nothing sticks. People seem to want to be my friend and are enthusiastic about chatting and meeting, but then disappear. In hindsight it was obvious that some of these people were using me as a shoulder to cry on and I'd outlived my usefulness, but other cases weren't clear and some really upset me.
I'm fortunate that I have a small group of friends dotted around the country. We 'met' on an online course and chat in our WA group most days. I've met one IRL which was lovely. I also have the one friend who stuck when I got ill, and we message each other a lot, but she's incredibly flaky so I've given up trying to make plans with her. I think we last met up over a year ago now.
So in terms of actually seeing people face to face, I don't really have anyone. I met somebody on a course in the summer who seems fab but I'm trying not to get too invested at this point in case she disappears too.
In dark places it feels like I'm nothing and no one, one of those people you might hear about in the news found mummified in their flat after neighbours reported a stench. I was driving home last week and started thinking about how I basically have no life, how did I get here etc. The problem is I don't really want to put myself out there again because it's too painful, and I've become cynical and mistrustful of people. I've also come to assume I must come across as really boring or weird. Luckily I do ok in my own company for the most part but it does cause problems on a practical level, like not having anyone to put as a NoK and feeling like a saddo having to ask a vague acquaintance to pick me up from the hospital after a GA.