I'm feeling pretty alone in this fight. I have my therapist and my psych NP but talking to them once a week for 20-50 minutes doesn't soothe my loneliness.
When I was away in college and I would get depressed, I always wished I was home. Now I'm living here and I still want "home", which I think isn't a place but a feeling. I want to be safe in someone's arms; protected, supported and loved.
I thought or hoped I could find that here, biologically built-in. But it seems that different ideas and opinions get in the way. My mental illness is a scary invisible force that may or may not exist to them. It most certainly can't be perceived by them unless it completely possesses me in it's most intense form.
Who else can I take this to? I have very few friends spread across the world map, none of which I speak to daily or feel comfortable enough with sharing my darkest self to
There are no group therapies in my area where I could share myself with those forced to listen.
I feel alone in this fight; poorly matched and destined to lose