I always feel like I'm being watched and judged by people who don't believe in 'freedom of the mind' or think I'm weird or laugh at me for trying to better my life. I feel like my own thoughts are being so compressed that I cannot even express myself when I try. I have desire to work, but I cannot find a job that doesn't make me feel boxed in. Working for myself is an option but I am having environmental/roommate type issues. I just want....some kind of freedom and I am feeling so trapped right now.
I have to visit a therapist for some ungodly reason, I don't -have- to but it feels like they're spying on me if I don't. It's about the worst thing ever, and I just wish I could leave this city. Actually the worst thing ever which seems to tie into this is that moments, memories or people from the past keep popping up into my head. It's just a fact of life that some relationships end, and sometimes for a reason. I like to recollect things and talk about them on my own terms, not when some therapist is going to be taking notes and analyzing them. I no longer see my psychiatrist because she just perscribed me tons of drugs which I feel violates my own personal choices and lifestyle as a human being.
Every time I leave my house I feel trapped in a weird suburbia or mostly/rather some kind of rural/country dusty farmer suburbia. I want to be proud of my family and my city and most of all myself and where I come from but ugh it makes me so sick to my stomach and honestly makes me feel creepy.
I miss living in an urban jungle with constant multiculturalism surrounding me. I don't even feel at home here. I haven't ever been comfortable since I moved here, only in my house. I miss having places to escape to where I feel 'alone'. Not that I want to be alone all the time, but it's hard for me to do anything when everything around me is bugging me.
I don't even have many friends so I might as well just leave. The ones I do have are long term family and extended family types. I love them, they're essential to my life, but I never ever see them and they all live completely different or busy lifestyles that I do not seem to be a part of any longer.
I just want to go home. I don't even know where that is anymore but I know my heart gets broken or confused every time I leave my house. I feel guilty when I enjoy myself, usually because it involves me being lost in my own insanity these days.
TL;DR, I don't know. I can't figure out how to balance health, relaxation, and doing something productive with my life and it's killing me. Everytime I set goals for myself self sabotage or disruption sets in and everyting falls apart.
I'm so tired of starting over.
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