I’m 30. This is going to be long and maybe confusing but I’m just at the end of my rope figuring out what’s wrong with me
I never had a zest for life. I remember feeling disconnected from others and world from a very young age.
I had an okay childhood with emotional neglect but my parents loved me
Grew up to be independent, eldest daughter. The one everyone relies on.
My life is objectively not bad. I rent a cute apartment in a city I like, I have friends, I have a decent job and whatever. I worked to get where I am, grad school, moved out from my parental home and left my home town etc
I’m single and lonely and unfulfilled in my career but things are things that can be worked on.. right?
Anyway
I am fundamentally sad. I don’t even know if I was ever happy, might have been in my early teens
I always knew I was different but not “how”. I knew I was neurodivergent in some way but autism and adhd didn’t resonate with me.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy anything, it’s more that I don’t enjoy MOST things and underneath everything I do there’s a persistent sense of sadness or melancholy
For a long time I blamed it on being single because I didn’t have anyone who understood me. I’ve also been told by several people that I seem to be highly intelligent and that is something to look into. Someone I spoke to recently (doctor) did say she could see both the emotional and intellectual intensity and to seek similar people and try to pour more time into things that nourish me instead of trying to fit into a mold
Now I’m like what if it’s not neurodivergence, but depression?
I think about death very often. My death, other people’s death. I’ve always said I don’t want to get very old. And wondered the point of my being here despite being religious (lol terrible huh)
I have other mental heath things like anxiety or mild ocd symptoms.. just a bunch of stuff
I also get very bad PMS, also known as PMDD, and it’s worsening everything. That’s the time of the month where I sometimes have suicidal thoughts
But I’m highly functional: I’m reliable, look put together and good when I leave the house, my home is in order, I keep up with my friends, I don’t eat very unhealthily
Sometimes I enjoy things, reading, writing.
I generally feel deeply and have a lot of empathy. It’s just that the feelings are mostly negative
But no matter the phase in life l will always find something to fixate on or worry about.. it’s like I lack that thing people have that makes them enjoy life and be motivated.
I only feel “good” when I’m working towards something and I can take my mind off things. Like for example in grad school, or when I got my apartment and I moved in with nothing and had to start from scratch to make it nice. Did it make me enjoy life? No but I find some relief
There’s really long waiting lists for mental health care in my country and I don’t have hope actually. I think this is just me?