Posted 5/11/2015 12:33 PM (GMT 0)
Thank you Karen for your reply. I recently ended a friendship that I had since I was 13 years old, my friend whom I do love would make plans with me, and never follow through, then when I would see her face book she would be doing all of these incredibly fun things with other people, I guess I felt somewhat betrayed, or that maybe my illness is too much for her. I never wrote her, never reached out to her, because I hate to intrude on people, so avoidance is very easy for me.
My Father was in the hospital, in ICU it was one of the most traumatic experiences I have been through in a long time, I stayed with him a couple of days, my friend never once asked how my Father was, and that hurt me, I could never really discuss what I witnessed in the hospital other than with my Mother, but I was traumatized and still am.
Part of me wants to write my friend and apologize for who I am, and what I've become, but it maybe too late, she has never reached out to me even knowing the depression and anxiety I've been through, and I would think she would understand being she just went through a similar situation and I was there for her.
So sometimes I think I pull away to not get hurt any further, and then sometimes I think I may envy people that have a close knit family and tons of friends, because I have really no friends, I am close to my parents, but with my Father being diagnosed with Alzheimers it's as if he is another person, and it breaks my heart.
I've always known I was weird, very hard to get close to me, and really who would want to? I feel like I am lost, so very lost and I only have me, I can't lay this burden on my Son, so I suffer alone in my mind, constantly at war with myself, and what a failure I am, and to know I did this to myself, the self-sabotaging is a real issue with me, and I hate myself, and feel such a sense of guilt. Sorry for the rambling.