I'm posting this in the mature section, and I'm totally expecting to get ripped on but I need advice.
I really hate what I've become, and if things continue I think I might end my life. I'm the third child in my family, my dad took to my two other brothers but by the time he had me (I wasn't planned) I was pretty much treated like a nuisance all through my childhood. Even though my dad was there somewhat (when not working 60 hrs a week), we didn't have a father-son relationship at all. My mom overcompensated and coddled me.
I was always made to feel like an annoyance and for some reason my brothers (spaced 6 and 10 years older than me) treated me like crap too since my dad did. Instead of building things out in my dad's workshop like my other brother's had done, or being asked to help or being shown how to do anything that would build character.. I was always looked at as being incapable. So I was, for the most part left to myself as a kid and I spent most of my time playing out in the woods alone.
Through my teens I lived out in the country and had no job or car. Both of my brothers seemed to automatically know what they wanted out of life by 18 and worked towards those goals. My one brother was great with computers and is a systems admin now. My other brother went from Fire and Rescue, to being a sherriff in his early 20's and has been a police officer for a number of years.
I had a few friends in high school and hung out with them once in a while, but I was mostly a loner and an introvert. My parents never bought me music or anything, I was totally tuned out to popular culture besides tv and video games. It was during this time I realized how hard of a time I had approaching people, starting conversations and I was pretty much set in stone at this point. It wasn't until many years later I realized I had serious social anxiety issues and non-existant confidence.
Basically, my youth and early childhood f*cked me up. I got the short end of the stick. I grew up a complete momma's boy and still am in many ways. I'm not assertive or manly or in control of any aspect of my life. I never had anything I did growing up that built my confidence in any way (no sports, nothing). The only things I ever felt good about were the artistic hobbies I had that I kept to myself.
After graduating high school I was planning on getting into computer animation, until getting a call from the college saying that the dorms were full and that it'd be $450 a month for off-campus housing, which my parents couldn't afford. Nobody offered an alternative solution. My dad's answer was for me to go into the navy, and my grandparents was to go to a Christian college, I suppose in the hopes of straightening me out.
I piddled around for the next couple years working temp jobs and never feeling I fit in anywhere. Some jobs that I had, I'd have incredibly awkward interactions that would embarrass me, then I'd quit and never show up again. I started having a social life at this time through the couple friends I made my senior year, but I always latched onto people like I was dependent on them, and piggy backed on their social life until they moved on.. and I was once again left to my own.
Because of all this, I fell into a really deep depression in '03 when 3 of my closest friends moved away in the span of a year. I felt like I lost the plot in life and had no ambition or goals. I tried to start a screenprinting business, but it failed. I tried internet marketing, made some money, but it too didn't pan out. I thought I might want a career in graphic design, but realized it'd be more time spent behind the computer, when I was already unhealthily addicted to the internet and needed to be involved in something that would improve me socially.
In '03, '04, and '05 I basically just lived with my parents without a job or anything. In '06, I had a girlfriend for a while that I met from myspace, but that ended in a disaster. 8 months later, I had sold off all my possessions and in the process somehow screwed up my body because I felt I couldn't concentrate on anything anymore, started getting headaches and other weird ailments including feeling fatigued and foggy all the time, which I still have. Basically wherever I go, I feel disconnected from everything that's happening around me.. they call it depersonalization, or derealization.
Right now I feel numb. Years have been going by, but everyone I know has moved on, settled down, and continued on in their happy lives. Right now, I'm sitting here at 28 years old with so much pressure and tension and frustration inside me that I really want to kill myself. On the outside, I'm a tall, attractive, well-dressed guy. Because I haven't lived, I haven't aged.. and still look about 21. It's like I've been stuck in a time capsule. But something, maybe my health issues or my lack of hope is holding me back from going forward.
At this point, everything looks and feels impossible to me in life. My world has gotten so small. For a little while there years ago, I was starting to get my legs, then had the rug pulled out from underneath me. Life has felt like a cruel joke. I'm behind everybody in so many ways the average person takes for granted. I hardly feel I have anything to talk about or offer anymore, and find myself saying less and less as time goes by, or maybe my mind is just slowly shutting down from lack of stimulation.
I've really become a miserable, unhealthy person. Nobody would want to be around me. I feel there's such a huge mountain to climb, that I'll be too old by the time I reached the top. My thoughts are almost always negative, and even my family just seems to think this is the way it's going to be indefinately. My last friend in the area is settled in with his girlfriend now. Even if I was out working, I couldn't afford to live alone.
I need to be connected again, if I don't find a way to get that in some way.. I think the day will come when something will click and I'll do myself in. I'm totally misplaced.. mentally, I feel like I'm 60, but I have the life experience of a 20-year old.
Is there a reason for someone who's lived my life to keep living? Have any of you ever been in a similar situation, or known anyone who has? It's like a dark cloud has been over me since the day I was born. I attract the worst in life.
I really hate what I've become, and if things continue I think I might end my life. I'm the third child in my family, my dad took to my two other brothers but by the time he had me (I wasn't planned) I was pretty much treated like a nuisance all through my childhood. Even though my dad was there somewhat (when not working 60 hrs a week), we didn't have a father-son relationship at all. My mom overcompensated and coddled me.
I was always made to feel like an annoyance and for some reason my brothers (spaced 6 and 10 years older than me) treated me like crap too since my dad did. Instead of building things out in my dad's workshop like my other brother's had done, or being asked to help or being shown how to do anything that would build character.. I was always looked at as being incapable. So I was, for the most part left to myself as a kid and I spent most of my time playing out in the woods alone.
Through my teens I lived out in the country and had no job or car. Both of my brothers seemed to automatically know what they wanted out of life by 18 and worked towards those goals. My one brother was great with computers and is a systems admin now. My other brother went from Fire and Rescue, to being a sherriff in his early 20's and has been a police officer for a number of years.
I had a few friends in high school and hung out with them once in a while, but I was mostly a loner and an introvert. My parents never bought me music or anything, I was totally tuned out to popular culture besides tv and video games. It was during this time I realized how hard of a time I had approaching people, starting conversations and I was pretty much set in stone at this point. It wasn't until many years later I realized I had serious social anxiety issues and non-existant confidence.
Basically, my youth and early childhood f*cked me up. I got the short end of the stick. I grew up a complete momma's boy and still am in many ways. I'm not assertive or manly or in control of any aspect of my life. I never had anything I did growing up that built my confidence in any way (no sports, nothing). The only things I ever felt good about were the artistic hobbies I had that I kept to myself.
After graduating high school I was planning on getting into computer animation, until getting a call from the college saying that the dorms were full and that it'd be $450 a month for off-campus housing, which my parents couldn't afford. Nobody offered an alternative solution. My dad's answer was for me to go into the navy, and my grandparents was to go to a Christian college, I suppose in the hopes of straightening me out.
I piddled around for the next couple years working temp jobs and never feeling I fit in anywhere. Some jobs that I had, I'd have incredibly awkward interactions that would embarrass me, then I'd quit and never show up again. I started having a social life at this time through the couple friends I made my senior year, but I always latched onto people like I was dependent on them, and piggy backed on their social life until they moved on.. and I was once again left to my own.
Because of all this, I fell into a really deep depression in '03 when 3 of my closest friends moved away in the span of a year. I felt like I lost the plot in life and had no ambition or goals. I tried to start a screenprinting business, but it failed. I tried internet marketing, made some money, but it too didn't pan out. I thought I might want a career in graphic design, but realized it'd be more time spent behind the computer, when I was already unhealthily addicted to the internet and needed to be involved in something that would improve me socially.
In '03, '04, and '05 I basically just lived with my parents without a job or anything. In '06, I had a girlfriend for a while that I met from myspace, but that ended in a disaster. 8 months later, I had sold off all my possessions and in the process somehow screwed up my body because I felt I couldn't concentrate on anything anymore, started getting headaches and other weird ailments including feeling fatigued and foggy all the time, which I still have. Basically wherever I go, I feel disconnected from everything that's happening around me.. they call it depersonalization, or derealization.
Right now I feel numb. Years have been going by, but everyone I know has moved on, settled down, and continued on in their happy lives. Right now, I'm sitting here at 28 years old with so much pressure and tension and frustration inside me that I really want to kill myself. On the outside, I'm a tall, attractive, well-dressed guy. Because I haven't lived, I haven't aged.. and still look about 21. It's like I've been stuck in a time capsule. But something, maybe my health issues or my lack of hope is holding me back from going forward.
At this point, everything looks and feels impossible to me in life. My world has gotten so small. For a little while there years ago, I was starting to get my legs, then had the rug pulled out from underneath me. Life has felt like a cruel joke. I'm behind everybody in so many ways the average person takes for granted. I hardly feel I have anything to talk about or offer anymore, and find myself saying less and less as time goes by, or maybe my mind is just slowly shutting down from lack of stimulation.
I've really become a miserable, unhealthy person. Nobody would want to be around me. I feel there's such a huge mountain to climb, that I'll be too old by the time I reached the top. My thoughts are almost always negative, and even my family just seems to think this is the way it's going to be indefinately. My last friend in the area is settled in with his girlfriend now. Even if I was out working, I couldn't afford to live alone.
I need to be connected again, if I don't find a way to get that in some way.. I think the day will come when something will click and I'll do myself in. I'm totally misplaced.. mentally, I feel like I'm 60, but I have the life experience of a 20-year old.
Is there a reason for someone who's lived my life to keep living? Have any of you ever been in a similar situation, or known anyone who has? It's like a dark cloud has been over me since the day I was born. I attract the worst in life.