For the last six months I’ve had feelings of anger and frustration that are so deep it makes me sick. I feel like people use me and that’s causes anger. I feel like people don’t care if I live or die. I have no friends. I feel like I need gratification. I feel useless and not needed.
The only friends I have are on Facebook. Are they truly friends? No one calls me or asks to go out to dinner with the girls. I feel like they don’t want to be around me. I’ve lived here for about 3 years and can’t development close friendships. Everyone seems to have their own private life. It’s hard to pick up female relationships since they are already in their female group. And as far as men I’m not comfortable around them. The only time someone is a friend is when they want something like a photography shoot per sie. They want something for free and that tics me off.
I’ve started distancing myself from people , because I don’t want to deal with the bad emotions I feel.- I can’t talk to them about Bipolar because they’ll runaway. I’m crazy they think. I haven’t been in a true loving relation since I was 24, now 61. I didn’t want to endure anymore pain in my life. So I’m alone.
Daisy Can Be a Rose.
I wanted to share something that I have been doing for the last two weeks. It has surprised me for the fact that I did it and finished it. I was a little fearful, but made it. I was selected to be an extra in a motion picture. I was to be on the set for 3 nights and mornings – 6pm – 6am. My negative side was telling me I couldn’t do it. I was scared that I couldn’t function those hours. Afraid of falling, afraid of saying something, afraid of just not getting it, and that I would be to fat (I’m not). I almost gave up a good thing because I was so negative and fearful. Mainly, no self-confidence. I made myself do it. I remember daddy saying that I never finished what I started. I was going to prove him wrong.
I arrived at the studios at 6pm. I had no idea where to park so I was panicking. I did find someone to ask then things got better. I didn’t know anyone. This made it a little more scary. I signed in and was given wardrobe to wear and then asked to sit down and wait for what I will be doing. I was surrounded by some really nice and funny people whom I ended up bonding with and becoming friends. I was lucky enough of having a couple of guys helping me understand the directions or even hear them. (I have bad hearing) I could just look in their directions and they would tell me if it was my que or something. If the director said something and I couldn’t get it I could look at them and they would nod or whisper the que. I didn’t understand some of the movie lingo, but I will tell you I learned. For some reason people felt attached and comfortable around me. It’s always been that way – young people liking me. I never could understand that, but it made me feel good.
I was in just about every scene they had so I may be in the movies!
Just think I might have missed an exciting time in my life out of fear. I’ve missed so much in my life out of fear and lack of self-esteem. But now I’m fighting back. I hope to do more movie work – maybe you’ll see me in the movies.
I still have Bipolar and probably always will, but I found you can still do things to fulfill your life. They’re some nice people out there that don’t mind helping, and I’m so lucky I was helped. I also added a couple of new friends.
Get out there – be strong – something good just might happen.
Yesterday, and today, I feel like I have no friends. Like everyone has abandoned me. Did I do something wrong? Am I imagining it?
I see the people I know having all kinds of fun. I see my guy friend having fun with the girls in our photography group without me. I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m feeling really left out and alone. It may be nothing, but I don’t like this gut terrifying feeling I am having.
The one thing that I haven’t done in a long time I’m doing now. Drinking. It’s my way of curbing the hurt I’m feeling. I don’t like feeling this way, not a bit. I can’t sleep and I obsess. So what do I do?
My week – went to the beach by myself, ate at my favorite restaurant by myself, went to the beach for the sunset by myself and tonight I’m all alone wishing I wasn’t.
So tell me is it this bipolar and my obsessive imagination? I just wish for once my life was satisfying and fulfilled! Just once. I need a friend.