First I want to clarify what despair actually means, since I didn't know it until recently. I knew it was a negative emotion, like sadness, but did not know what exactly it meant.
despair [dɪˈspɛə]
vb
1. (intr; often foll by of) to lose or give up hope
2. (tr) Obsolete to give up hope of; lose hope in
n
1. (Psychology) total loss of hope
2. a person or thing that causes hopelessness or for which there is no hope
I believe I am currently in a state of despair, and I don't know how to escape it.
I previously attributed this to my fiance leaving me, but I recently came to think that this is not the case. I've never really had anything I revered. I've never been particularly ambitious, never been particularly motivated. This never proved to be a problem until college, though, so let's take a step back. How far back I'm not sure, but it's not really relevant.
I don't remember much before highschool, so I guess we'll start there. I never really took it seriously. Luckily, I am something of a genius (Or, I was when I was younger, apparently) and managed to breeze through without any significant effort. I never did homework, never studied. Things were easy for me. I had a nice circle of friends, mostly female. I don't get along with males for some reason.
Moving to college, things got worse. My circle of friends quickly dissolved, and I never made any new friends because of my extremely introverted nature. I used to be better at it, and would reach out once or twice to strangers if I felt they were approachable. Now I don't even speak unless spoken to. Period.
I got into a biology degree, and frankly, I didn't really like it, I was just too smart to study anything else. My parents always told me it would be a crime to waste my gifted intellect. So I went. I worked a job through highschool to save for college, because my parents can't pay. I quickly became stressed. It was a lot of hard work I wasn't interested in. I lost the few friends I had left from high school, because each one fell in love with me, and I simply was not interested in any of them. I tried to stay friends, but after rejecting their initial advances, things got worse and worse... By third quarter of freshman year, I was seriously contemplating suicide. Then I met her.
Yes, her. The first woman I had ever felt strongly for. No, first person I had ever felt strongly for. I can't say what it was, likely something foolish, but it was love at first sight, best way to describe it. She said she felt the same way, later. Fill in your standard love story bits here, it would take weeks for me to describe every nuance of my relationship. All you need to know is; I loved her. For a bit of contrast, a mutual friend of ours didn't like her, and said she knew we weren't right for each other. Her reasons included that she was controlling, abusive, etc. I never really had any self esteem, so I generally kept to whatever she said. Keep in mind I'm a 21 year old male, so, um. Whatever your thoughts are to a male being entirely subservient, I was essentially that. Take it as you will. It's hard for me to describe what it was like, so I'm using my friend's words. She was controlling. Told me what to do, who I could associate with, etc. I don't want to mention more on our relationship really, because honestly, she'd sound like a villain if you just read that. It was more or less my fault, for never saying "No". I wouldn't, because to me, that would be failing her. Again, I would understand if this sounds hard to believe, weak, or disgusting. I don't want to go any further with explaining this because, honestly, it likely doesn't make sense to anyone.
After almost two years of dating, and our engagement, things got bad. I was working around 30 hours a week while going to school full time. I was working hard as I could. Looking back, I wonder how I managed it. It seems impossible to me now, but I was extremely stressed. My fiance was wealthy, but she was not without her problems. She didn't work or go to school, but she volunteered at the local animal sanctuary. She grew very attached to the animals there. She was a true animal lover, somewhat to the exclusion of other people (I never once got to introduce her to any of my friends. I only knew her friends). She made jewelery and leather accessories to sell for the animal sanctuary for money, only to later learn that the money, thousands of dollars worth, had not been used on the animals; But instead to add renovations to the sanctuary owner's house. There was talk of him being removed for fraud, and her being the owner in his place, but I did not get the conclusion of that. Both of us very stressed, our relationship suffered... I didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to do, so she told me she was going to go on a "journey" to "find herself". I told myself I'd wait for her, but I always kind of resented her for it. She was just running away. I suppose it was because she was wealthy enough from her family that she would never have to work, so she could run away if she wanted. That left me behind.
I waited a month before she emailed me. We sent messages back and forth for a few weeks, once every other day I got one... Eventually, she admitted she was going to stay in California. She didn't say where, she simply said "I'll never forget you". I was devastated. I had lived to that point mostly by saying I'd live for her. But I couldn't manage that. I'd failed in making her happy, and she left me. I felt like I'd lost my purpose. During the next year, to this point, I have lost focus in school... My grades have suffered immensely. I cannot focus. I can't even think, really. It takes most of what I have every day just to get up, go to school, go to work, then go home. Get some sleep. Do it again the next day.
The most overlying problem with me is, I've practically nothing to look forward to now. I don't think getting this degree will make me "Happy", in a true sense. I can't talk to people anymore. Outside of school and work, I never say a word to anyone. I used to be very angry and distraught over my emotions, but I've grown so used to it now, I can't really even make myself angry or sad. I feel horrible every day, physically sick due to my stress and depression, but I face it with a sort of... Dispassionate acceptance. I haven't been truly happy for over a year now. I still feel kinda happy when playing stuff like Team Fortress 2, but I never feel truly happy. I don't feel there's anything in my future that will make me happy, either. The one friend whom I have kept in contact with... Frankly, I've grown frustrated with them because when I admitted my feelings, they didn't seem to care at all. It's been months since I mentioned it, and every time I try to mention it, they just seem to cut off. I can't ignore it that easily, and the fact that I have no one to rely on or be there for me when I need it... It hurts. If they're only supposed to be there when times are good, I'm as easily replaceable as anything. I can't imagine anything at all I can do to make things better. Trying as I have been, my situation has only gotten progressively worse. I went from my third year, all ready and prepared to graduate... Now it's my fourth year, and I'll graduate late, if at all. I have some student loan debt due to my inability to make over 10,000$ extra a year, on top of expenses such as books, gas, insurance, the car... I can't seem to escape it.
despair [dɪˈspɛə]
vb
1. (intr; often foll by of) to lose or give up hope
2. (tr) Obsolete to give up hope of; lose hope in
n
1. (Psychology) total loss of hope
2. a person or thing that causes hopelessness or for which there is no hope
I believe I am currently in a state of despair, and I don't know how to escape it.
I previously attributed this to my fiance leaving me, but I recently came to think that this is not the case. I've never really had anything I revered. I've never been particularly ambitious, never been particularly motivated. This never proved to be a problem until college, though, so let's take a step back. How far back I'm not sure, but it's not really relevant.
I don't remember much before highschool, so I guess we'll start there. I never really took it seriously. Luckily, I am something of a genius (Or, I was when I was younger, apparently) and managed to breeze through without any significant effort. I never did homework, never studied. Things were easy for me. I had a nice circle of friends, mostly female. I don't get along with males for some reason.
Moving to college, things got worse. My circle of friends quickly dissolved, and I never made any new friends because of my extremely introverted nature. I used to be better at it, and would reach out once or twice to strangers if I felt they were approachable. Now I don't even speak unless spoken to. Period.
I got into a biology degree, and frankly, I didn't really like it, I was just too smart to study anything else. My parents always told me it would be a crime to waste my gifted intellect. So I went. I worked a job through highschool to save for college, because my parents can't pay. I quickly became stressed. It was a lot of hard work I wasn't interested in. I lost the few friends I had left from high school, because each one fell in love with me, and I simply was not interested in any of them. I tried to stay friends, but after rejecting their initial advances, things got worse and worse... By third quarter of freshman year, I was seriously contemplating suicide. Then I met her.
Yes, her. The first woman I had ever felt strongly for. No, first person I had ever felt strongly for. I can't say what it was, likely something foolish, but it was love at first sight, best way to describe it. She said she felt the same way, later. Fill in your standard love story bits here, it would take weeks for me to describe every nuance of my relationship. All you need to know is; I loved her. For a bit of contrast, a mutual friend of ours didn't like her, and said she knew we weren't right for each other. Her reasons included that she was controlling, abusive, etc. I never really had any self esteem, so I generally kept to whatever she said. Keep in mind I'm a 21 year old male, so, um. Whatever your thoughts are to a male being entirely subservient, I was essentially that. Take it as you will. It's hard for me to describe what it was like, so I'm using my friend's words. She was controlling. Told me what to do, who I could associate with, etc. I don't want to mention more on our relationship really, because honestly, she'd sound like a villain if you just read that. It was more or less my fault, for never saying "No". I wouldn't, because to me, that would be failing her. Again, I would understand if this sounds hard to believe, weak, or disgusting. I don't want to go any further with explaining this because, honestly, it likely doesn't make sense to anyone.
After almost two years of dating, and our engagement, things got bad. I was working around 30 hours a week while going to school full time. I was working hard as I could. Looking back, I wonder how I managed it. It seems impossible to me now, but I was extremely stressed. My fiance was wealthy, but she was not without her problems. She didn't work or go to school, but she volunteered at the local animal sanctuary. She grew very attached to the animals there. She was a true animal lover, somewhat to the exclusion of other people (I never once got to introduce her to any of my friends. I only knew her friends). She made jewelery and leather accessories to sell for the animal sanctuary for money, only to later learn that the money, thousands of dollars worth, had not been used on the animals; But instead to add renovations to the sanctuary owner's house. There was talk of him being removed for fraud, and her being the owner in his place, but I did not get the conclusion of that. Both of us very stressed, our relationship suffered... I didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to do, so she told me she was going to go on a "journey" to "find herself". I told myself I'd wait for her, but I always kind of resented her for it. She was just running away. I suppose it was because she was wealthy enough from her family that she would never have to work, so she could run away if she wanted. That left me behind.
I waited a month before she emailed me. We sent messages back and forth for a few weeks, once every other day I got one... Eventually, she admitted she was going to stay in California. She didn't say where, she simply said "I'll never forget you". I was devastated. I had lived to that point mostly by saying I'd live for her. But I couldn't manage that. I'd failed in making her happy, and she left me. I felt like I'd lost my purpose. During the next year, to this point, I have lost focus in school... My grades have suffered immensely. I cannot focus. I can't even think, really. It takes most of what I have every day just to get up, go to school, go to work, then go home. Get some sleep. Do it again the next day.
The most overlying problem with me is, I've practically nothing to look forward to now. I don't think getting this degree will make me "Happy", in a true sense. I can't talk to people anymore. Outside of school and work, I never say a word to anyone. I used to be very angry and distraught over my emotions, but I've grown so used to it now, I can't really even make myself angry or sad. I feel horrible every day, physically sick due to my stress and depression, but I face it with a sort of... Dispassionate acceptance. I haven't been truly happy for over a year now. I still feel kinda happy when playing stuff like Team Fortress 2, but I never feel truly happy. I don't feel there's anything in my future that will make me happy, either. The one friend whom I have kept in contact with... Frankly, I've grown frustrated with them because when I admitted my feelings, they didn't seem to care at all. It's been months since I mentioned it, and every time I try to mention it, they just seem to cut off. I can't ignore it that easily, and the fact that I have no one to rely on or be there for me when I need it... It hurts. If they're only supposed to be there when times are good, I'm as easily replaceable as anything. I can't imagine anything at all I can do to make things better. Trying as I have been, my situation has only gotten progressively worse. I went from my third year, all ready and prepared to graduate... Now it's my fourth year, and I'll graduate late, if at all. I have some student loan debt due to my inability to make over 10,000$ extra a year, on top of expenses such as books, gas, insurance, the car... I can't seem to escape it.