Greetings…Sorry to “I’m becoming a recluse”…. I have no help to offer. Aside to say your ‘NOT ALONE’.(’Crazy Irony at it’s best!’) I am a depressed recluse as well. Severely. And it’s getting worse as I am aging. I, at most times, hate it passionately.(Hate what I’ve become) And, at others, ‘prefer’ it. (That is to say “Grown to embrace this quiet-undisturbed-world” that I dwell in…if only to stay sane in my insanity.)… I’ve always been an outsider to the mainstream of society. ALWAYS. That trait alone makes living a normal life impossible. Normal - meaning having friends…achieving goals…Interacting with life in a sane attitude…having relationships…. I can’t have friends & relationships because they all seem to have the basic gifts that I don’t - coping, tolerance,creativity, ambition, drive, etc… I mean one must share at least one of those traits to maintain friendships & relationships. Having these qualities would be great.(yeah… only in my dreams) …. Faking those qualities is what I used to do. That became a nightmare. Pretending to be something I wasn’t - a normal addition to society. That made me worse for weather let me tell you…And now my mental state sits on this precarious balance. … It’s like living life on this planet has become a tightrope over a land of pure hell and traversing it without the balancing pole…..Don’t get me wrong — I like to believe my core ’soul’ is awesome. But it sure doesn’t come out on paper all that well….. I wish I had the answer to solve this insanity …Yeah I used to try medication after a few suicide attempts. But that crap just changed my soul into someone I wasn’t. So now I’m back in the position of being stuck between a mountain(never mind a rock) and a hard place. My world has become a loser life….All I do is watch movies & TV to pass the time…to numb the brain further..to help cover my insanity with a blanket of ‘fiction’ therapy….. I mean my favorite TV shows….get this….Dexter & House MD….Is that not a crazy combination or what? That alone is a sign of crazed mind. And looking back at it all I feel like I’ve become a waste of skin. I feel like I’m just wasting precious oxygen… I see no hope of ever crawling out of this hole of ‘Reclusive & Seclusive’ behavior…. In my head my voice tells me all the time…’Jason- you are going to die alone’…Hows that for being hopeless. What a sad thing that is….To die alone. WOW.
****So my friend - the “I’m becoming reclusive”…..Try with ALL YOUR MIGHT to stop that from happening….or you will turn out like me..A total mess with no end in sight. Break the pattern while you are still in the beginning of it. Trust me!!!
Hopeless in Edmonton,Alberta