Feeling Alone
PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 11:06 pm
Hey...haven't been here in a long time...I guess I'm desperate, hah. I'm trying to figure out how to put this. Basically, I'm in my third year of college now, and I just feel like I'm having a really hard time finding someone I feel I can really talk to. I'vebeen struggling with this for the past three years, and it's not that I haven't made friends--I have, just not ones I feel like I can be completely open with. Two of them aren't into "serious" talks, and the other two...well, I feel bad, but I just don't think they understand. I'm grateful that one of them especially is so willing to always be there for me and listen to me and talk to me, but...when I talk about things that I think about constantly or what's important to me, I feel like there's such a disconnect. Like, good intentions aren't enough, you know? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad someone is actually willing to listen, but it's hard when you want feedback you can trust and rely on.
In the past, I've almost always had at least one person in my life that I could always go to and whose response I valued oh so much. Oftentimes, it was a close friend I'd made online (although my internet life has dwindled the past few years). When one friend went away (whether we simply didn't talk anymore or whatever), not long after someone else would emerge who could understand what I was saying just as much or better than the last. However, the last time I felt like someone properly, or at least mostly, understood me was my boyfriend, who broke up with me three years ago.
Since then, I've felt unable to connect with people properly anymore and have a hard time opening up. I've pushed myself to open up to a few people, in the hopes that I would feel that connection of understanding again, but I never have. Sometimes I think if I just force myself to be honest with them, to talk more, to give more details, they might understand. But I never feel they do, and it's this quiet saddening feeling. I can't even tell my one really good friend that I feel that way, because he'll just get all hurt and upset, and tell me I just need to tell him more. But I know no number of words is going to create that true understanding. And it just makes me feel very lonely. Sure, I'll go and hang out with friends and laugh about stupid things...but it's just not enough for me.
And I have so much trouble praying now, for anything. Frankly, I think it has to do with fear of no answer. Or that if it's an answer I don't want, that I won't see it. It's really hard. I go to a Christian college, so last year I attended counseling for both semesters. The second semester I had a different counselor, and it was a little better, but, honestly...I didn't really feel like it was truly helping. I appreciated it, but it's difficult when you really feel like nothing can be done about you, and that you're always going to be locked up in your own mind. You start feeling like, maybe it's better if you don't talk about the things that bother you at all, maybe you shoukd just keep your mouth shut, and hold your thoughts secret and safe to your heart. It doesn't seem healthy, but when they can find no way out to someone else, you wonder if you should give up. You're just a hopeless case and you should keep it to yourself like you used to.
And this post turned out to be a lot longer than I meant it, I was just going to give the short version, but I guess this is just proof of my desperate plea for help.
I'm sorry if that was a pain to read (I really am), I just couldn't think of what else to do.
In the past, I've almost always had at least one person in my life that I could always go to and whose response I valued oh so much. Oftentimes, it was a close friend I'd made online (although my internet life has dwindled the past few years). When one friend went away (whether we simply didn't talk anymore or whatever), not long after someone else would emerge who could understand what I was saying just as much or better than the last. However, the last time I felt like someone properly, or at least mostly, understood me was my boyfriend, who broke up with me three years ago.
Since then, I've felt unable to connect with people properly anymore and have a hard time opening up. I've pushed myself to open up to a few people, in the hopes that I would feel that connection of understanding again, but I never have. Sometimes I think if I just force myself to be honest with them, to talk more, to give more details, they might understand. But I never feel they do, and it's this quiet saddening feeling. I can't even tell my one really good friend that I feel that way, because he'll just get all hurt and upset, and tell me I just need to tell him more. But I know no number of words is going to create that true understanding. And it just makes me feel very lonely. Sure, I'll go and hang out with friends and laugh about stupid things...but it's just not enough for me.
And I have so much trouble praying now, for anything. Frankly, I think it has to do with fear of no answer. Or that if it's an answer I don't want, that I won't see it. It's really hard. I go to a Christian college, so last year I attended counseling for both semesters. The second semester I had a different counselor, and it was a little better, but, honestly...I didn't really feel like it was truly helping. I appreciated it, but it's difficult when you really feel like nothing can be done about you, and that you're always going to be locked up in your own mind. You start feeling like, maybe it's better if you don't talk about the things that bother you at all, maybe you shoukd just keep your mouth shut, and hold your thoughts secret and safe to your heart. It doesn't seem healthy, but when they can find no way out to someone else, you wonder if you should give up. You're just a hopeless case and you should keep it to yourself like you used to.
And this post turned out to be a lot longer than I meant it, I was just going to give the short version, but I guess this is just proof of my desperate plea for help.
I'm sorry if that was a pain to read (I really am), I just couldn't think of what else to do.