Hello Group,
I found this site tonight, because for some time I have been feeling trapped, lonely, stagnant, and depressed. To my suprise, I already had an account here, which means I must have had these same thoughts long enough ago, that I can't remember.
Compared to some of the trials other users are going through on this site, my issues feel trivial. I am an employed 29 year old man, living in beautiful Monterey, but I am unhappy.
I feel lucky to be healthy, housed, and employed, but the last 3-4 years of my life have lacked any color or vibrance. I feel like I'm living life in black and white.
I panic when I am in any situation where I don't have control of my environment. While I can cope with the demands at work, I feel very unhappy when unexpected situations arise, or I don't have the answer immediately. In my personal life, I can't ever be impulsive, and I have a hard time even hanging out at a friends house because it's not MY environment.
I have created this habitat in my home, that while comfortable and predictable, leads to a feeling of imprisonment over the weeks, months, years.
My relationships with women have all collapsed under my inabilty to adapt. Even in situations where I was truly, deeply in love, I was unable make even modest concessions.
I currently struggle with alcoholism, pot addiction, and cigarette smoking. At this point in my life, I engage in these activities more out of helplessness than curiosity or acceptance. While these drugs offer an escape from my pain in the short term, I know that they are hurting me both physically and emotionally.
I was raised in a very strict Mormon home, and for brevities sake, let me say that I made choices that were the anti-thesis of what my authoritarian parents expected of me. It was not until I was 25 or so, that I "woke up" to the possibility that these choices weren't automatically good for me as a result.
In fact, my new controlled lifestyle, comes in no small part from my fear of those years between 18-25, when I dabbled in drug and sexual alternatives.
My parents and I have reconciled somewhat in the past year, but to a very real extent I feel I have to hide my problems from them because I don't accept them myself.
I want more than anything to have