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takethisforexampleI’m starting to experience symptoms of seasonal depression despite my best efforts.
My family is riddled with mental illness. It has been something I’ve dealt with from a young age. I can’t really remember a time when I wasn’t an anxious person despite having a good upbringing, which I know seems bad but I don’t really think too much about it, honestly. I only really remind myself of it when I experience periods of anxiety or depression.
Recently I can’t shake the feeling that I am unworthy of attention from others. I think I fell out of shape socially when I went to college, which has obviously been very lonely for me. I was excited to go back north for Thanksgiving to see my friends and family, but I think it is starting to stress me out. My friends and I miss each other, but I feel guilty being around them, like I don’t deserve their company. I especially feel this way about my parents who have done so much for me that I feel I can never repay them. On one hand there is this compulsive need to sustain and reciprocate twofold the kindness of my friends, and on the other is the insecurity I have about not being able to reciprocate all that my parents have given me. In both cases, I feel deeply guilty about being cared for by others and anxious because I know how I feel isn’t normal.
These thought patterns are a familiar sign to me. I know how seasonal depression works and I’m just dreading all the moments ahead where I think irrationally or become upset. It’s sort of tiring. At times like this I wish I was still seeing my therapist, who is paid to listen to me so it doesn’t feel like I am too imposing. That has become a fear of mine again. I feel pretty guilty about things that I do frequently, like talking. Or accidentally side stepping people at the grocery store. Maybe just existing in general.
I really don’t like writing about stuff like this. It feels sort of self-absorbed and needy even if this blog only has three readers. I don’t want advice really. I want to be left alone. Even though I will be seeing people all week, the hollowing feeling that follows the fun almost makes it not worth it. It gets me down so bad. I really hope I will return to college thinking this week was worth it.
My family is riddled with mental illness. It has been something I’ve dealt with from a young age. I can’t really remember a time when I wasn’t an anxious person despite having a good upbringing, which I know seems bad but I don’t really think too much about it, honestly. I only really remind myself of it when I experience periods of anxiety or depression.
Recently I can’t shake the feeling that I am unworthy of attention from others. I think I fell out of shape socially when I went to college, which has obviously been very lonely for me. I was excited to go back north for Thanksgiving to see my friends and family, but I think it is starting to stress me out. My friends and I miss each other, but I feel guilty being around them, like I don’t deserve their company. I especially feel this way about my parents who have done so much for me that I feel I can never repay them. On one hand there is this compulsive need to sustain and reciprocate twofold the kindness of my friends, and on the other is the insecurity I have about not being able to reciprocate all that my parents have given me. In both cases, I feel deeply guilty about being cared for by others and anxious because I know how I feel isn’t normal.
These thought patterns are a familiar sign to me. I know how seasonal depression works and I’m just dreading all the moments ahead where I think irrationally or become upset. It’s sort of tiring. At times like this I wish I was still seeing my therapist, who is paid to listen to me so it doesn’t feel like I am too imposing. That has become a fear of mine again. I feel pretty guilty about things that I do frequently, like talking. Or accidentally side stepping people at the grocery store. Maybe just existing in general.
I really don’t like writing about stuff like this. It feels sort of self-absorbed and needy even if this blog only has three readers. I don’t want advice really. I want to be left alone. Even though I will be seeing people all week, the hollowing feeling that follows the fun almost makes it not worth it. It gets me down so bad. I really hope I will return to college thinking this week was worth it.
