catawampus
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I've read quite a few posts here and sadly it seems that loneliness is rampant. Many talk about never having had a relationship. My own situation is a bit different. So a brief history...
I met my future wife on Match.com when I was 34. Until then I had spent the majority of my time alone. Few friends, few relationships. I was lonely and unhappy, suffering from mild social anxiety, debilitating shyness and low self esteem (and taking Prozac for bi-polar disorder). So in my mind it was a miracle that we even met. I thought I had found the one person I was supposed to be with. I was the luckiest person in the world.
I'm now 44. Our marriage started declining a few years ago. I hadn't been happy in some time, the stress of work contributing I'm sure. By no means did this mean I didn't still love her. But life has a tendency of getting in the way and you begin to take things for granted. Like she would always be there for me. Well, six months ago she had an affair and left me. I wanted to work on us, fix us. She merely wanted out. She was the love of my life and now I'm alone again.
My loneliness these days is almost unbearable. Nighttime is the worst. When there are no longer distractions to keep my mind occupied other than the crap on television. I suffer anxiety when I turn off the lights and try to sleep. Lately no matter how exhausted I am I can't sleep and stay awake until the sun comes up.
To make matters worse in the past 4 months I've developed asthma and chronic bronchitis (as a result of a lifetime of allergies). The asthma has gotten so bad that even with my inhalers just taking the garbage out causes me to become short of breath. I don't smoke and have always been physically active so this is a real tough one to swallow. All in all it's been a bad year. It's almost laughable.
When I take stock of where I am in my life and what I have to look forward to my depression and occasional panic attacks threaten to totally incapacitate me. I even walked out of my therapy session the other day half way through because I couldn't stop crying. I'm middle-aged, divorced, asthmatic, and bi-polar. The idea of being alone for the rest of my life scares the hell out of me. I'm basically starting over at 44. I have zero self-confidence, too shy to meet anyone (total one-in-a-million that I actually met my wife), my social anxiety is at an all-time high. I have no enthusiasm for life. I just wish it was all over and done with. I'm ready for this life to be over. Truly ready.
Anyway, that's my spiel. Not the happiest story but then probably not the saddest either. Just what it is. My story.
Thanks for reading. I hope to meet some nice people on this forum. Maybe I can even help on those days when I'm actually feeling sort of positive about things.
I met my future wife on Match.com when I was 34. Until then I had spent the majority of my time alone. Few friends, few relationships. I was lonely and unhappy, suffering from mild social anxiety, debilitating shyness and low self esteem (and taking Prozac for bi-polar disorder). So in my mind it was a miracle that we even met. I thought I had found the one person I was supposed to be with. I was the luckiest person in the world.
I'm now 44. Our marriage started declining a few years ago. I hadn't been happy in some time, the stress of work contributing I'm sure. By no means did this mean I didn't still love her. But life has a tendency of getting in the way and you begin to take things for granted. Like she would always be there for me. Well, six months ago she had an affair and left me. I wanted to work on us, fix us. She merely wanted out. She was the love of my life and now I'm alone again.
My loneliness these days is almost unbearable. Nighttime is the worst. When there are no longer distractions to keep my mind occupied other than the crap on television. I suffer anxiety when I turn off the lights and try to sleep. Lately no matter how exhausted I am I can't sleep and stay awake until the sun comes up.
To make matters worse in the past 4 months I've developed asthma and chronic bronchitis (as a result of a lifetime of allergies). The asthma has gotten so bad that even with my inhalers just taking the garbage out causes me to become short of breath. I don't smoke and have always been physically active so this is a real tough one to swallow. All in all it's been a bad year. It's almost laughable.
When I take stock of where I am in my life and what I have to look forward to my depression and occasional panic attacks threaten to totally incapacitate me. I even walked out of my therapy session the other day half way through because I couldn't stop crying. I'm middle-aged, divorced, asthmatic, and bi-polar. The idea of being alone for the rest of my life scares the hell out of me. I'm basically starting over at 44. I have zero self-confidence, too shy to meet anyone (total one-in-a-million that I actually met my wife), my social anxiety is at an all-time high. I have no enthusiasm for life. I just wish it was all over and done with. I'm ready for this life to be over. Truly ready.
Anyway, that's my spiel. Not the happiest story but then probably not the saddest either. Just what it is. My story.
Thanks for reading. I hope to meet some nice people on this forum. Maybe I can even help on those days when I'm actually feeling sort of positive about things.