It hasn't gotten better, it got worse, ever since I first posted here in 2018.
I know what to do but I am unable to act upon it.
Nothing changed, really.
I am still alone, completely alone.
How to overcome this? Go out, see people!
Hit bars, talk to people, have a tea at a caffe, mingle with strangers.
But I don't do it. Why is that?
And when I do it, I just sit there, do my business in silence and after a while, I leave.
I feel utterly inferior to the people around me.
A friend keeps telling me the same thing, get out, meet people, go see a hooker.
Right now, he keeps hitting me with the "you don't do anything to change your misery so you must be content with it"
And that hurts the most. Because I am not.
Tried online dating with no success, given up on that.
Or the prospect of ever finding love and having a family of my own.
My dad just tells me to "cough up the money or you will never find anyone online".
As I challenged him to try these apps he just went on a rant how he knows things better since he's been around longer and that he will refrain from giving me advice since I will only blame him when it backfires.
He keeps treating me like a child and if I voice an opinion he doesnt like he just goes: "you should do some research before you open your mouth".
Or: "I've been around longer, I know things better than you".
Our relationship in general has cooled quite a bit, we have very different takes on things.
I felt that we got closer when I visited him after his heart surgery but that feeling is gone.
And the worst part, I have finally realised that I am an addict. I am a porn addict and ever since covid hit, when I realised it, I tried to fight it.
But I cannot win, I keep going back. This is also something my dad thinks: I'm just projecting, it's not real, he grew up with porn and is alright, and what does science know, he knows it better.
This hurts me the most, because I am wasting so much time with it. Precious time, that I will never get back. I am effectively raping myself every day.
I am almost 30, and the thought of living like this until I die of old age is too much for me.
Still at the same dead-beat job, where I have fallen out with the management.
It's making me sick, quite literally and physically.
I don't want to go on like this anymore, I don't see a way out.
Even the thought of what me killing myself would do to the little family I have left, doesn't change my mind, I feel nothing when I think about it.
I don't even enjoy my hobbies anymore.
The only thing that's bringing me joy, currently, is tinkering with bikes and riding bikes. I'm in the best shape I've been in a long time.
All I keep thinking of is that it would be wonderfull if I die in my sleep.
Even more worrying, I have found a method and the ingredients I need for it are not hard to get.
If things stay the same, I will give in some day.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I know what to do but I am unable to act upon it.
Nothing changed, really.
I am still alone, completely alone.
How to overcome this? Go out, see people!
Hit bars, talk to people, have a tea at a caffe, mingle with strangers.
But I don't do it. Why is that?
And when I do it, I just sit there, do my business in silence and after a while, I leave.
I feel utterly inferior to the people around me.
A friend keeps telling me the same thing, get out, meet people, go see a hooker.
Right now, he keeps hitting me with the "you don't do anything to change your misery so you must be content with it"
And that hurts the most. Because I am not.
Tried online dating with no success, given up on that.
Or the prospect of ever finding love and having a family of my own.
My dad just tells me to "cough up the money or you will never find anyone online".
As I challenged him to try these apps he just went on a rant how he knows things better since he's been around longer and that he will refrain from giving me advice since I will only blame him when it backfires.
He keeps treating me like a child and if I voice an opinion he doesnt like he just goes: "you should do some research before you open your mouth".
Or: "I've been around longer, I know things better than you".
Our relationship in general has cooled quite a bit, we have very different takes on things.
I felt that we got closer when I visited him after his heart surgery but that feeling is gone.
And the worst part, I have finally realised that I am an addict. I am a porn addict and ever since covid hit, when I realised it, I tried to fight it.
But I cannot win, I keep going back. This is also something my dad thinks: I'm just projecting, it's not real, he grew up with porn and is alright, and what does science know, he knows it better.
This hurts me the most, because I am wasting so much time with it. Precious time, that I will never get back. I am effectively raping myself every day.
I am almost 30, and the thought of living like this until I die of old age is too much for me.
Still at the same dead-beat job, where I have fallen out with the management.
It's making me sick, quite literally and physically.
I don't want to go on like this anymore, I don't see a way out.
Even the thought of what me killing myself would do to the little family I have left, doesn't change my mind, I feel nothing when I think about it.
I don't even enjoy my hobbies anymore.
The only thing that's bringing me joy, currently, is tinkering with bikes and riding bikes. I'm in the best shape I've been in a long time.
All I keep thinking of is that it would be wonderfull if I die in my sleep.
Even more worrying, I have found a method and the ingredients I need for it are not hard to get.
If things stay the same, I will give in some day.
I don't know what to do anymore.
