I write in a diary frequently and have for the last 10 years or more. I always lurk diary threads, so if you've been on one earlier this year, you've probably already seen one of my entries.
I write about things that are important to me, sometimes experiences I had, sometimes just thoughts or problems I have to overcome.
But I never force it. I write when I feel I need to write. There have been times when I've not written for over a month.
This is my latest diary entry:
3/2/2020
I feel very down today, like there's the black depression lurking just under the surface---kept back by the drug surely. Ever since I watched that episode last night I've felt it, a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach, almost like anxiety for an upcoming presentation but without a cause. I think the reason for this depression is the same as it's always been: I watch a show or read a manga that heavily focuses on human relationships, and then I become depressed because I don't have any human relationships. I'm an uninvolved bystander to my own life, I have been for years, and I don't know what to do about it or how much I even want to change.
I'm past the point of talking to my parents about these things. That's my brother's domain. They have enough to fret over with him without my injecting my own problems into the mix. Besides, my mother's response is always the same: "Increase your medication dosage." As if drugs are the solution to everything. That's the easy suggestion. If you're in pain take a painkiller. If you're in chronic pain take painkillers when you wake up each morning. Don't try to get to the root of /why/ you're in pain. Depression, like pain, is a symptom of a problem, and it's much easier to treat the symptom than to address the problem head-on. My brother is almost 31 years old, her only has a low-paying part-time job, he still lives with his parents, he spends all his free time consuming digital content, and you're telling him to increase his SSRI dosage because he feels depressed?
I'm ever worse off than he is. I've been at my job for 3 years, and I'm not on speaking terms with anyone. I went to college for 4 years, and I don't have one friend to show for it. I'm in college again now, and the one person I tried to talk to moved away from me. I don't have a clue what I want from life. I'm almost 28 years old, but how much of that have I actually lived? What does it mean to live life to the fullest? When I had a group of "friends" in high school who would come over after school every day to play video games, even then I felt an emptiness inside. We were together in the same room, but we weren't really connecting. We weren't interacting on a human to human level; we were fighting proxies of each other in a game world. And the one person from that group who I actually /did/ connect with, I ended up selfishly devaluing him as a person and a friend, and eventually chased him away.
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