r/GuyCry • u/RevolutionaryPipe652 • 36m ago
Venting, advice welcome I feel that I am at the end of my rope
Before I get started, I'd like to apologize if anything is misspelled. I was born with severe dyslexia, and although I have managed to fix most of my problems with it, I still struggle with grammar. I also over-explain a lot of things. This is also a bit incoherent, my apologies. There's a lot that's hard to explain when it comes to my social problems so feel free to ask me to elaborate on anything.
I'm 18 and near the end of high school, and could not be ending it in a worse situation. Everything I've built for myself has fallen in on itself mostly because of things out of my control. Most of my time in high school was characterized by meaningless one-sided friendships and situationships, which have given me serious issues with keeping and maintaining relationships with other people on all levels and made me feel lonely in anything outside of romance and being physically close to someone. This all made me very depressed, and after a failed relationship with somebody, I ended up spending the summer of 2023 in an outpatient program where I met someone who ended up significantly helping me in putting my life back on track. They gave me motivation to work harder in life and were able to support me in all the ways I needed, and they would eventually become my partner. My 11th year in school and the following summer are the happiest I've been in my life I ended up going to prom with them, I managed to get my driver's license and a job, and I felt like I could conquer the whole world. During this time of happiness, I still had issues, mainly with making friends, because people just don't really like me that much, probably because I talk too much, and I have ADHD and have a lot of issues picking up on social cues, and I'm incredibly socially awkward. People still like talking to me, they just don't want to ever be my friend. My incredibly weird range of interests does not help either. The next school year started off decent. When I turned 18, I took my partner camping right after my 18th birthday and received news that I would be able to pick up more work hours at a different place since because of school, I would only be able to work 4 hours a week. I was thrilled by this news since I had been waiting to hear back from this store for 4 months (not an exaggeration) and those people ended up being absolutely miserable to work with and made me realize how different my brain is to people who are not Neurodivergent. They scheduled me for about 6 shifts before just ghosting me because I have no idea why. The classes I took the previous year that brought me so much joy just felt dull. I tried to join a friend group, but just ended up not connecting very well with people, and began to feel worse about my social issues, but still tried to form friendships with people and was semi-successful in forming one with my neighbor, I started smoking pot with them and doing stupid things because it was the only thing that seemed to make me feel like I am able to be close to people in a non romantic way. My grades began to decline, as well as my physical health. I've lost 15 pounds since summer, as of writing this, and have difficulty gaining weight because of digestive issues. I'm only 130 pounds now, and before I lost the 15 pounds, I was already below what I should have been. I've gotten sicker a lot easier this year; a simple cold made me miss nearly a month of work. I've had a skin infection that has been there for months despite treatment, and I feel defeated by a flight of stairs, and I've been visibly noticing what muscles I have left disappearing. My family decided to move, and now what used to be a very short commute to 90% of the places I need to go has turned into over an hour-long drive. Half of the 200 dollars I make every two weeks ends up going towards gas money. Also, my neighbor cannot do anything beyond short notice, which is no longer possible. I have tried five times now to see them with zero results. I found out the therapist, who is probably the only one to understand what I mean when I talk about my social issues, is moving all the way across the country at the end of the school year, and I will no longer be able to meet. i still tried to finish the year out strong I tried to get my future organised and realised I would not be able to do a lot of internships that I'd need to go into what I want to because I would not be physically capable of and I would not have the time to get in shape before they start. All of this has made me depend more and more on my partner for support and company, and just a few weeks ago, they finished the process of getting off their antidepressants, and now everything they used to love to do with me, they are overwhelmed by and that they no longer want to be my partner or that emotanally close. It felt and still feels difficult to understand. Just a few weeks ago, they were all over me and talking about stuff they really wanted to do with me, and now it feels as though there is a gulf between us; they don't feel like the same person at times. They were the most caring and were the nicest anyone has ever been to me. They would always give me handcrafted gifts on my birthdays and were incredibly understanding of the issues I have when being close to someone. We are still friends, but it hurts to talk to them and be around them now, most of the time, but I also have no one else to really go to besides my therapist. As of writing this, I have missed the sign-up opportunities for the internships and don't have much of an idea for what I'm doing next year.
I feel lower than I ever have in my life. I tried everything in my power to ensure that this year would be successful, and it has still fallen apart. I don't feel like I have anyone to turn to. I'm so sick of this life, I've gone from my highest high to the lowest I've ever felt. I've been shown what I am capable of in life, then thrown back down into my depression. Over that summer, my suicidal thoughts left, and now they've come back stronger. Everything makes me think of how it once was. I would chop off a hand if it meant I could go back to the way things were last year.