Long post ahead and unfortunately doesn't really add to the discussion. You might as well want to skip this one, I was just happy to have finally found an outlet.
I feel this overwhelming loneliness even in my dreams, it just gets worse by the day.
Especially this one hits home. Well, not quite - I was never loved, perhaps never will, except for the type of love I'm lucky enough to experience from my family (even though I do feel out of place even with them). Aaaaaaaanyways: I often, especially these past days, find myself waking up in the middle of the night as a result of what can be boiled down to two types of dreams. The ones that are disturbing and scary, yet also real enough to leave me in bed with no way of falling asleep as my thoughts keep fuelling my fears (and being alone usually just confirms these concerns), and the realness adds to the bothersome feeling. What I experience are scenes of failure, public ridicule, judgement (even though the last two, for me, are practically synonyms) or just general scenes in public (where I often don't feel very comfortable at all).
The other type is a bit of an odd one and doesn't appear too often. They're just random scenes of something that might just happen during an usual day. One dream that I remember very vividly is me walking down a road with a bus driving past the end of it. This might not sound too bad, but in combination with the previous type and the fact that I had "déjà-vu"s featuring scenes from said dreams I am always left wondering if those two are mutually exclusive. So far, nothing bad has happened, but then, I was never somebody who dreamt often, yet this seems to have changed during the past few weeks. As things seem to be going more belly up as time progresses, I wouldn't be surprised if my fears were confirmed.
I also only now begin to realize that my competitive mindset (I might just blame gaming and especially racing games for that one) seems to destroy me as well. Something that is apparently very valuable is to love yourself. But how can I love myself if I'm average, often even lower than that? How can I accept myself for not the type that people of all kinds want to hang out with? I just can't see myself ever loving myself for who I am if there are people way better at, well everything. And since I can't love myself, why should others? Not only talking about the way couples love one another, but also about the platonic kind (usual friendship in this case, not a non-sexual relationship). I just feel that things can only get worse from here as I do sort-of depend on other people, but there's no reason why they should reach out to me when I'm in such a weak condition - and not to forget that social interactions give me quite a bit of anxiety (it's become better, there were times where this also affected the way I communicated online, behind my nickname).
Speaking of which ... I have a few ties to people from my old school. Strangely enough, they only reach out to me when they're in need of something. I guess it's quite an obvious sign that I am not needed as a person to have around anymore and am now only a helper monkey who needs to be in reach as soon as he's called. Unfortunately, I still let people do this to me, even though it started waaaaaaay back in the days and I should know better by now. But it's hard to say "no" when you depend even on these little bits of human interaction - also I'd always sit at home and worry what they might think of me (no I wouldn't, I'm dead set on knowing/thinking they hate me).
I know, it has been said multiple times here that everybody's problems matter ... but jeez, after reading through the last couple of pages, I do feel quite miserable for complaining about my life. Yes, I might be lonely, I might not yield the results I want at uni (well we'll see about that, but so far I'm not looking forward to my exams and I'm quite afraid of failing, to say the least) and everybody's better at everything that I've attempted to do (and even if I was better, people would just stop caring about it), but I have a family that is supportive of me (at least that's what they tell me, I wish they'd allow me to open up about my mental issues and understand them instead of blaming me and treating them like an I/O switch though) and I have food and shelter (it's bloody cold, but better than living on the streets). It really does not feel comfortable at all, opening up about one's problems when you know people are doing so much worse. But it does feel like taking some weight out of the overloaded backpack.
I'm also terribly sorry if some parts of this don't make sense at all. In between worrying about myself and worrying about my exams, procrastinating and actually learning, a lot of concentration is lost and obviously, I also don't want to share my whole life story - maybe after my exams, if I feel like I need doing that. I don't have much time (especially since I can barely get out of bed and therefore spend half the day asleep) but I feel that doing this might just help me - not only to unload a bit of that weight, as I said, but also because through typing it out, I am given a bit of time and space to reflect on my issues. This is also why I am happy to see a thread like this. 👍 Aren't many spaces around like this one (damn, even the shrink I went to belittled my feelings [and given that he's part of a group for this town's students, I didn't really expect that] - or maybe he didn't, but I felt rather misunderstood nevertheless.) and even a subreddit I frequently visit (sadly not an English one) has recently enforced some new rules that ban posts of suicidal thoughts or hints at those, which is quite restrictive - even though I am not sure if I ever could kill myself, but there's always that odd thought and there are times when that thought is so lively and vivid (oh the irony) and it feels like the option is really within my reach. Yet, even though I often think of it, but just knowing that I'd break my mum more than everything else that has happened to her, despite all she's done for me ... it doesn't feel right.
I'm sorry to have wasted your time with my ramblings. I just wanted to talk about how reading about those dreams has reminded me of my own experiences despite the differences and I just went on from there. And I didn't stop because I'm a stupid idiot like that.
On an unrelated note: Thanks for the field reports on the antidepressants. I thought "maybe you should go to a 'real' psychologist and try to get a prescription, they might fix your issues?" - apparently, this does not seem to be the case. This isn't the best thing to hear (I'd love to just turn off all the negative thoughts, or at least silence them a bit), but I feel like these side effects would just cause me more bother. That, and I don't really like relying on medicine as I'm really bad at regularly taking them.