Ask Lemmy

I do fine nowdays in terms of going outside. I don't like it, and when I don't have to I won't, but I've also tried going out, like attending work events, last time a massive party. It wasn't the worst, but they didn't have the alcohol I drink and it just ended up being kinda boring. I didn't really meet anyone new, or do anything interesting. Public transport is no longer an issue for me, I'm anxious about it, but I've managed to get to where I want and back just fine, and every successful trip (even if the train is full and I don't get an ideal seat) is another small confidence boost.

For some anti-depressants work, for me it's a no. To add to what I mentioned earlier, I'm also an overdose risk, so I try to have the least amount of medication around me. I'd need to have someone who'd keep my meds locked away from me and supervise me taking them in order for me to feel safe, and well, don't have anyone like that. As of late, my depressive periods are not that common or long anymore either, but they are brutal. I go from feeling normal to thinking about killing myself (not actively planning or trying tho) in a matter of hours, and a few days or hours later I'm back to normal.

I'd say the feel to need useful is just the need for acceptance. I saw a post few days ago, a screenshot from tumblr, about how some people make themselves as low maintenance as possible, due to trauma. Underneath that, another tumblr user wrote: "You don't believe you can be liked so you settle for being useful." You, or anyone else reading this, deserve to be loved and cared for, even if you aren't "useful." We all bring provide something to this world with our unique experiences, thoughts, and ideas.

Luckily my job is fairly stress free (other than being pissed about my coworkers not cleaning after themselves and my need to work hard to try and gain acceptance) and I only work 3 days a week. Plus I get to eat a lot of chocolate. :P But on the other hand it isn't enough money to live off of, and my skills are wasted. I am now stressing over my job because I have a mystery illness and I'm unsure if I can keep working there anymore. I don't know what other job I could do. I was for years without income and if it wasn't for the kindness of others, I would have been in debt and homeless. I'm scared that will become reality again. I just fail to see why, or how, I'm supposed to keep going when there just doesn't seem to be a future. Even if I found a job, it would need to pay a lot in order for me to get my own apartment, even a small one. I feel like my only way of finding a place to live is to find a sugar daddy or a well earning man willing to marry me, but I don't want to be a gold digger. Or have a relationship based on the need for shelter.