This is so weird that I thought it was worth reporting it: I left for holidays for almost two weeks, I was in this little village where I spent some years of my life and, although anybody who was close to me has left, still I know most of the locals, people smile and ask you how are you doing, and it is always possible to have a chat at any moment of the day. Still, it's not like I have any "friends" there or anything.
In spite of this, the panic I always feel about my loneliness had disappeared, and I was in peace, thinking about things to do, and the ugly depression also had disappeared.
Two days ago I was back to the city, and in 24 hours the crazy loneliness (panic alarm repeating: I am alone! nobody wants me!) and depression are back, and again it is a struggle to go out and see all those people who either judge me or are completely indifferent, and I feel that I am invisible again. How is that? any suggestions? I cannot go back to live in the countryside because there is nothing for me to do there, and the situation that I am describing suggests that loneliness is all in the mind...
In spite of this, the panic I always feel about my loneliness had disappeared, and I was in peace, thinking about things to do, and the ugly depression also had disappeared.
Two days ago I was back to the city, and in 24 hours the crazy loneliness (panic alarm repeating: I am alone! nobody wants me!) and depression are back, and again it is a struggle to go out and see all those people who either judge me or are completely indifferent, and I feel that I am invisible again. How is that? any suggestions? I cannot go back to live in the countryside because there is nothing for me to do there, and the situation that I am describing suggests that loneliness is all in the mind...