-Bloo-,
Yautja,
9 years ago
It's all good, sometimes this thread might be the best place to vent.
My parents had never permanently kicked me out, but I know what it's like to just not care anymore because it feels like no one else does. My first year at university, I left my hometown on my own for the biggest city in Alaska to attend school. The culture shock was incredible. My parents didn't agree with my major, I just got out of a really nasty break up, none of my friends followed me here, and every person I met here was so much more well adjusted to city/college life than I was that it made me feel like something was wrong with me.
You begin to just feel really insignificant. Like, even if you do well in school, no one really cares, right? You're just one person in a school, in a city, in a country, in the world - how are you special at all? So then I decided it didn't matter if I did well at anything. My grades really slipped, my health got terrible, I'm pretty sure I got a mild form of depression and maybe insomnia at one point, and I just felt really, really hollow inside. The only time I ever really smiled was when I was watching comedy movies of other people being happy. I was tired of doing things if no one cared. What was the point?
I stopped feeling emotions. I just went through the routine. But somewhere along the way, I got the crazy idea to do something for others again. But... not like before, where it was only for them. Like, I would do it for others, but I would also do it for myself. I never really did anything for myself up until then. Who's going to like this thing that I'm doing? Well, maybe I'll like it. You say you have no one left to impress, but even when literally no one cares about you, you can still care about yourself.
The greatest thing I ever learned - and I'm still in the process of learning it - was to love myself. For me, I began to learn that because I started drawing again after a 5 year hiatus.
I used to love art when I was younger and everyone "knew" I was going to grow up to become an artist, but I always drew to impress others. I'm not gonna lie, it still kind of do it to impress others - it's only natural when you're making something that's supposed to be seen by other people. But now, 80-90% of why I do it is to impress myself. I used to look at something I drew and I would think "How can I make people like this..." But now I go, "I like it. I can still improve, but I like it."
I can't tell you how to do it, but what you should be doing is learning how to do things for yourself. My grades skyrocketed after I began thinking, "I know other peoples' grades are better than mine, but how well can I do?" I just started going back to school for me, not for other people. After I did that, I had myself to say, "Whoa, I didn't know I could to that, that's fucking awesome."
I'm not saying you should never do things for others. I'm also not saying you should only do things for others if it benefits you as well. But if no one loves you, then love yourself. It goes a long way. For me, it went so far as to bring me happiness. I'm not a perfect person and I do get discouraged sometimes, but to me, a person isn't a failure if they stop moving - they're a failure if they never move again.
Sorry about how long that is, I'm probably gonna regret writing it in the morning. It's just, I'm kinda emotional right now; I just finished AnoHana and Toradora and I cried like a bitch.