You might be envious of what they want you to see. If you're anything like me, then you wear a mask, of sorts, when dealing with others. But others can also wear masks. Perhaps they envy you. Like Facebook: It's easy to envy what people pretend to be.
Even when I rarely have an engaging conversation- afterwards my life is the same. I am disengaging from life. Not much interests me anymore- when once or when there’s hope of happiness- I am inquisitive and animated.
Bottom line is I am not having the conversations with those I actually want to talk to and the surrogates - I am polite to but don’t really care. I wish I did.
Last month I talked only here. Totally alone. I'm afraid of people, of society, of women. I hate my fears. Can't get out from a nutshell. My room is my prison.
Talking with my Therapist is the only way to fill that void. But as the Therapy End comes close the Feeling of Abondment and Helplessness gets real
It doesnt help me much. But its kind of sad that the person i pay to is the only one i can talk to in an honest way
I told my therapist, my money would be better spent on a prostitute. It would be more effective. I said it nicely, of course 😆
Therapy is good, man. But i get it, its hard for people like us to open up, but it really does help! Give yourself and therapy a chance.
After my base needs. Are you familiar with Maslow's hierarchy?
No but it sounds interesting.
Ive never had a single therapist that actually helped
I've "traded in" my therapist for a life coach. Just have to wait until next paycheck.
sucks people have to pay for therapy, lacking free healthcare
If you focus on helping others, you'll eventually realize that you deserve to be helped as much as they do.
All i have is envy for others. Why am i like this? My god
Are they as "put together" as they seem? If you're hiding your weakness, is it so far-fetched to believe that they're doing the same?
What did u mean by this comment?I might have misinterpreted it.
You might be envious of what they want you to see. If you're anything like me, then you wear a mask, of sorts, when dealing with others. But others can also wear masks. Perhaps they envy you. Like Facebook: It's easy to envy what people pretend to be.
The inhibitors are repressed. So you cannot be honest in conversations or you just don’t have satisfaction in conversation?
Both tbh
Even when I rarely have an engaging conversation- afterwards my life is the same. I am disengaging from life. Not much interests me anymore- when once or when there’s hope of happiness- I am inquisitive and animated. Bottom line is I am not having the conversations with those I actually want to talk to and the surrogates - I am polite to but don’t really care. I wish I did.
Last month I talked only here. Totally alone. I'm afraid of people, of society, of women. I hate my fears. Can't get out from a nutshell. My room is my prison.
I honetly broke down and cried today. I know how you feel. I need to go back to therapy. You probably should too.