Update:
It’s been a month since I started this thread. Since, I’ve seen several counsellors (and have a regular one) and some pill givers. The counsellors have all been great - people that really seemed to care, who tried/try to help me. The medical people not so much, unfortunately. But I’ve been on an SSRI for a month now and it’s certainly helping in some ways. I’ve made a good bit of progress in some ways.
Around 15 people responded to my post by e-mail, and I’m thankful for everyone one of them. Three stuck out to me for various reasons.
One in particular was very kind to me, very supportive. To be honest, I’m not sure I would’ve survived that first week without her. And I realize how pathetic that is - to be so bad off that clinging to a kind and caring stranger felt like the only thing I could do… But she’s way too busy with her own life now to provide that kind of support to me.
And I realized pretty quickly that I wasn’t just asking for someone to talk to, but I wanted to find someone to care. And I realize how unreasonable that is - to want a stranger to care. But you reach a certain point of desperation and you’re willing to give anything a shot, give out a random cry for help and hope you happen to run across someone who’s unusually caring and understanding and supportive and good hearted.
The other two didn’t work out - in one case we got along really well, and I took comfort from talking, but they were simply way too busy. In the other, it was clear pretty fast that it wouldn’t be a good situation to continue talking.
And a few friends from my past who I’d hope would come through for me didn’t.
And an incident from last week unrelated to all this has damaged my optimism by quite a bit. So, as much as I’ve been making slow but hopeful progress over the last few weeks, over the last week, with my hopes being damaged, and those who supported me not having time for me, I feel as if I’m regressing pretty harshly. The contact I had with people I got along with and who cared about me was much more comforting than anything any of the counsellors or psychiatrists have been able to do for me, and I feel weaker without it.
To be honest, I don’t know what my intent is in writing this. I remembered this thread today and I thought about writing an update and just going with it. It’s pretty weird for me, an extremely private person, to be so open on a public message board like this…
So, I don’t know. If anyone wants to contact me, knowing all that I’ve just said, I could certainly use the communication. I know it can’t be tempting to respond to someone so pathetic as I am right now, so I don’t suppose I expect many, if any responses. But as I said, you reach a certain point of desperation and figure “what the hell” and try just about anything.
I’m a pretty laid back guy, usually, easy to talk to, fun with the right people, so I’m not exactly a boring quivering mess… I just miss the contact of talking to interesting people, joking, having someone care, whatever. I’m still not entirely sure what I hope to get out of writing this, but, as I said, what the hell.
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