I can't remember how much of my life I've posted about the last few months. Probably not much because I've been struggling a lot with depression, anxiety, and a lot of physical health problems as well.
Last year I posted about how my apartment had major AC troubles, but that it was supposed to be fixed. Well, it wasn't. The water damage was repaired, but the AC itself was not fixed. So the AC continued to run low on coolant every month or three, freeze over and cause some amount of new water damage. Every time it caused me weeks of problems because of my allergies. Management refused to do any sort of repair beyond recharging the coolant.
The good news is that I moved out in June and into a new place that I hope will be better for me. The bad news is that in May the AC in my old place froze over so bad that it cracked the tray that catches the condensation off the AC's cooling coils, which led to the insulation around the unit to be constantly damp, something management refused to fix. Which meant my last month there was spent struggling to breathe because of my allergies. It took over a month to mostly get rid of the cough I had, and I'm still having a lot of other problems. Things are trending better, health wise, but it's really slow, and I'm still having some very bad days.
The last 4 months of my life have mostly been just struggling to make it day-to-day. I don't get much enjoyment out of anything. I wouldn't have gotten out of the house much, even if it weren't for COVID-19. My anxiety has been through the roof for most of this. That's why I haven't been showing up for Friday night Jackbox stuff. Even if I remember it's Friday, and I'm not busy taking care of necessities, then I'm more than likely to be too anxious to enjoy playing.
A couple of weeks ago I started feeling really lonely, and I realized that I'd been too sick to be lonely for more than two months. Now it's back in full force, and I don't know what to do about it. I have friends, and I haven't stopped talking to my closest friends, but they're all busy living actual lives. It's not really friendship I feel like I'm lacking, anyway. I want a romantic relationship, but I don't know if that's possible. Well, not any sort of healthy romantic relationship.
I've been on one date in the last 14 years, and I don't even have the car that allowed me to go on that date, anymore. I've been in two relationships in my adult life, and both of those ended, in large part, because my partners got fed up of dating someone whose health problems limited his life as much as mine do. (Which they both swore up and down wouldn't be a problem, early in the relationship.) It doesn't help that there's a huge double-standard when it comes to gender and health problems in dating. My youngest sister also struggles with chronic health problems, but she's married and no one ever criticizes her for being in a relationship while sick. Her husband provides for the both of them, and it's not a problem. When my older sister was dying of cancer, people praised her boyfriend for being willing to marry her despite her illness, and were confused when she broke things off. When I was engaged to be married, people asked me pointed questions about how I'd support us, and were distressed that my fiancee made more money than I did... Oh, but you say "the right woman won't care", but I'm not really eager to have my heart stomped on again by someone who thinks she's the exception, but later decides it really is important that I be higher functioning than I am, while putting the blame on me for not trying harder.
Not that I'm really hopeful that many women will find me attractive. I seem to draw a very small subset of interest: early-twenties, emotionally unstable (i.e. depressed, bipolar, etc.), insecure, and going through a hyper-sexual phase. I've had more than a half-dozen young ladies (mostly online) develop a crush on me in the last five or six years, all of whom stopped caring about me the moment their lives became more stable (which is fine by me); but not even one woman has shown genuine interest in a relationship with me. So clearly something is very wrong with me, or with my approach to life, or something. I just don't know how to fix it.
I don't even know what I'm looking for in a relationship. The two relationships I've been in have just happened, and I clung onto those relationships far longer than I should have, because I was afraid they were my only chance to not be alone. Also, a lot of my hang-ups about dating and relationships stem from the time I spent frequenting an online Christian forum that was very conservative, back in my mid twenties. It's been really hard to shake the idea that I'm broken and undateable because I can't provide in a relationship (which I got real-life pushback on, as well), and because I've looked at porn. Not to mention the ideas that it's a very long-shot for me to find someone who will put up with: video games, science fiction/fantasy, and other nerdy stuff. (Like, I know that's more mainstream, now, but it's still hard for me to shake the idea that most women my age view that as negative traits. Compounded by the fact that I don't know many women my age, outside of Halforums.) Conservative Christian singles get really weird about some things, and I still feel guilty over wanting to date someone I find physically attractive. (Which has not been helped by some of my non-Christian friends criticizing me for not being attracted to some of our mutual aquaintences. Well, I guess fuck me for not being attracted to every woman in existence.)
Okay, I'm starting to ramble and not make sense. I'm just really despairing of ever having a fulfilling life. It feels like I'm only allowed to have bits and pieces. I love my friends, but I'm tired of being told that friendship should be enough. Especially when I don't get to hang out with any of my friends in person, and I don't really know how to go about doing that. I'm tired of having to spend most of my time fighting to keep from being overhwelmed by my health problems, to the point where I don't get to do much of anything that feels creative or fulfilling. I spend so much time doing what seems like
nothing, but it's because I'm busy fighting my body, or my mind, or both. It's taken me over six hours just to write this, something I've been thinking about writing for weeks.
I'm worried too much of my life has been spent being sick and weird, and that it's not ever going to be possible for me to learn how to be healthy.