Hey all,
Haven't posted in awhile, but I've been thinking about some stuff that I figured I'd run past y'all.
In the very recent past, I was fairly depressed for a number of reasons.. Unrequited love, family I couldn't come out to, self-esteem issues, got fired etc etc.
I worked on solving most of those and have been fairly successful at it.
I have a boyfriend of over a year, I have a job that pays double that of most people my age, I rent a house on the lake, I've been working out, etc.
The problem is, I'm still not happy.. I'm still scared about money, I still don't know 100% how I feel about my boyfriend (other than that I don't want him out of my life), I still think about the lost college love interest (4 fuckin' years ago, man), I still feel like an ugly duckling, etc.
If I'm in such a good position for my age / circumstances then why am I not happy? There are some days when I think that I'm happy, but when I am by myself (as I am now) and able to contemplate, all I feel is regret over having wasted time, money, and emotion on things that don't make me feel any more complete than I did when I was 13 and wanted to die.
Is this it? Is this adult life? Do we just never get to find that point in our life when we are happy with who we are with, where we live, what we do for 8 hours of our day, and all that?
Any input is welcome and I'm sorry if I sounded like I was throwing a 1 person pity party.
Thanks
Haven't posted in awhile, but I've been thinking about some stuff that I figured I'd run past y'all.
In the very recent past, I was fairly depressed for a number of reasons.. Unrequited love, family I couldn't come out to, self-esteem issues, got fired etc etc.
I worked on solving most of those and have been fairly successful at it.
I have a boyfriend of over a year, I have a job that pays double that of most people my age, I rent a house on the lake, I've been working out, etc.
The problem is, I'm still not happy.. I'm still scared about money, I still don't know 100% how I feel about my boyfriend (other than that I don't want him out of my life), I still think about the lost college love interest (4 fuckin' years ago, man), I still feel like an ugly duckling, etc.
If I'm in such a good position for my age / circumstances then why am I not happy? There are some days when I think that I'm happy, but when I am by myself (as I am now) and able to contemplate, all I feel is regret over having wasted time, money, and emotion on things that don't make me feel any more complete than I did when I was 13 and wanted to die.
Is this it? Is this adult life? Do we just never get to find that point in our life when we are happy with who we are with, where we live, what we do for 8 hours of our day, and all that?
Any input is welcome and I'm sorry if I sounded like I was throwing a 1 person pity party.
Thanks

















