meegannie
Blue Crack Addict
I think I'm incapable of being happy. I can't think of a period in my life where I've been happy. I'm great about being positive for other people, about humanity, whatever, but I have no optimism left for myself. I've tried everything I can think of to change my outlook (religion, counselling, volunteering, prescriptions, diet, books), but nothing even comes close to fixing me. I have a very hard time with perspective and have a massive "grass is always greener" problem. I know that if I had never come to England or if I had moved back to DC and gone back to working in government that I would still feel exactly the same way I do now;
I know it's something wrong with me and not where I'm living or what I'm doing, but that awareness doesn't change the way I feel/think (and quite often even my feelings and thoughts are in conflict with each other). I try to be grateful for what I have, but it's so hard when I don't have a job, have wasted thousands of dollars and pounds on two worthless degrees, don't know how I'll afford food or rent if I don't find a job in the next couple of months, have no friends, and will never be able to do anything that I want to do because of time, my personality, and/or money. I'm tired of trying to be positive about things or wanting something so badly, and then being disappointed when it all goes wrong. I should be proud of myself for having done really well at university and graduating a year early and having had an impressive-sounding job once and having done well enough with postgraduate diploma to get merit (if they ever decide to award it to me!) and being married to a wonderful, caring person (with an English accent! ), but I'm just not. I feel like all of those were just lucky accidents that I didn't deserve and have no idea how I got, and even when I was working or getting awards at university or when I had a lot of friends, I still felt the same way I do now and wanted to be someone, somewhere else.
I know it's something wrong with me and not where I'm living or what I'm doing, but that awareness doesn't change the way I feel/think (and quite often even my feelings and thoughts are in conflict with each other). I try to be grateful for what I have, but it's so hard when I don't have a job, have wasted thousands of dollars and pounds on two worthless degrees, don't know how I'll afford food or rent if I don't find a job in the next couple of months, have no friends, and will never be able to do anything that I want to do because of time, my personality, and/or money. I'm tired of trying to be positive about things or wanting something so badly, and then being disappointed when it all goes wrong. I should be proud of myself for having done really well at university and graduating a year early and having had an impressive-sounding job once and having done well enough with postgraduate diploma to get merit (if they ever decide to award it to me!) and being married to a wonderful, caring person (with an English accent! ), but I'm just not. I feel like all of those were just lucky accidents that I didn't deserve and have no idea how I got, and even when I was working or getting awards at university or when I had a lot of friends, I still felt the same way I do now and wanted to be someone, somewhere else.