Every so really not so very often, I am overwhelmed with a sense of vividly unovercomeable aloneness.
Not loneliness, but a sense I don’t fit with anyone, can’t fit with anyone, will never fit with anyone, and even don’t really deserve to fit with anyone.
I’m not even looking to, right now – my god, I can’t even!
It’s been like this since I was a teenager and I started to think maybe I’d like to be with someone some day, that maybe it would actually be nice.
And it’s certainly not constant, or necessarily related to any individual (it sometimes was as a teenager), or any event.
But it feels so despairing, so final, so…bleak, that I get overwhelmed and teary.
And that’s what happened when I went for a short walk this evening, I just got swamped and overwhelmed by that feeling.
Just typing this is making me teary.
I think this might be a reflection of my response to childhood trauma. An über-rejection of myself by seeing myself as eminently rejectable by others.
I don’t like it, but I’m not really sure what I can do about it.
At least it’s not a constant feeling, but, boy, is it a strong one when it hits. 😞
#PTSD #Trauma #SelfRejection #SelfImage