| If it was purely physical I wouldn't mind it much, but it goes so much further than that...
To put it simply, my life isn't going anywhere. I've only got physical health on the positive side, but for how long?
Mental health is in the dumps because my life has always been filled with conflicting emotions I can no longer avoid. The problem isn't so much their intensity, I actually appear quite stoic to people around me. But the choice between say solitude and (mild-ish) social anxiety is consuming me. I've probably been too emotional to have meaningful friendships my entire life, which also made me avoid college. But I must stop lying to myself and pretend I'm a-OK alone. The weight of solitude is real, has always been.
Now the whole situation is snowballing into despair and I feel powerless. Psychotherapy didn't help much and SSRIs scare me because of the potentially permanent side effects, plus they wouldn't solve the problem. I spent most of my life running away from anything (and anyone) unpleasant because I couldn't bear it. That won't work forever. And it's already made so much damage. I'm quickly reaching what is statistically the halfway point of life with a completely empty existence and nowhere to go. I understand that ultimately life isn't a race and most steps in life have a much wider window of opportunity than we like to think. I just can't help but wonder: at some point can things even be saved at all?
My philosophical journey brought me to Buddhism, which feels like a godsend now, otherwise I don't know what to do. I'm lost, and exhausted...
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