I’m a 36-year-old single woman who is starting to lose hope that I will find sustainable love with anyone.
Five years ago, my boyfriend of four years left suddenly with no real explanation. We had very much been in love and had a genuine, deep friendship — or so I thought. He later explained it was a crippling fear of closeness that sent him running. Knowing this didn’t lessen the devastation, and for a long time, it made me question my sense of reality and my worth.
I was still optimistic after I recovered that once I started dating again, I would surely find someone who was prepared to love me and work through the fear that most of us have of allowing ourselves to be truly seen. …
Recently I’ve felt like my entire life is not my own.
I’m doing the things that I’m supposed to do, receiving positive feedback, and generally living the life that I always thought I wanted. But now that it’s here and I’ve actually been living it, it feels like it doesn’t belong to me. It feels like I am going through the motions of being successful or being “happy,” but something always feels off.
I am 22 years old, interning in New York City for the summer. In a couple weeks I’ll be ending my internship and going back to my college on the West Coast for my last year before graduating. …
In recent weeks, I’ve come to a sad realization about my life. I’ve spent years of it chasing praise for everything I do. When I don’t get it, I tend to act out in negative fashion, thinking “someone’s going to notice my actions,” but all it does is piss everyone off and further compound the situation that I’m in. My sense of self-worth has become dependent solely on the accomplishments I’ve done, in order to prove to people that I’m doing something with my life.
The chase of praise goes back to one particular moment in my life. In the third grade, I was the member of my class picked to participate in the big spelling bee. I was so confident that I would do well, and I had everyone rooting for me. When the day of the competition came, I blew the chance I had and was eliminated on the first word, “chimney.” All the cheering-up from my classmates afterward couldn’t console me as I felt that I let them and my teacher down by my poor showing. …
It’s a classic story of girl meets boy and has an amazing six-month relationship (I know, only six, why am I still hurting? Maybe it’s a mid-life crisis, since I’m 30?). It started off freaking amazing, with love bombardments — meeting his parents on New Year’s Eve, flying off on vacation on my birthday, having amazing first dates with lovely stories and funny moments, sharing a love for sports, lovely gifts, making a Christmas tree together… Moments that I have never had before.
But during this time we also had some big fights. Like his disappointment when I forgot my card PIN number, which led him to wonder if I am trustworthy. And a fight in which he told me after two months of our morning ritual that he was resentful of the fact that I did not offer to make breakfast, and that he was the only one doing it. True, some points go to him because I did just lie in bed for a few more minutes, being a very slow waker-upper as I don’t sleep very well. …
I read the letter from “Trapped in My Fears and Constant Self-Doubt,” a 19-year-old, with great interest, as I feel the same way… but I’m a man in my mid 30s, married with kids, and on my second career! I also feel trapped, in two ways: When I was that age, I listened to one kind of fear and chose to go down the route of getting a corporate job, which even as I was studying for it I knew wasn’t right for me — like it was sucking the life out of me. …
I met a guy traveling and don’t know what to do.
I’ll give you the short version of my problem:
I met a guy while traveling in Europe. We ended up living and co-working together for four weeks and had the most incredible time together. We both knew our time was coming to an end, as I had plans to travel on and he had to move to San Francisco for work. We kept in touch every day and he invited me to visit him in San Francisco when he moved there. After two months apart, I flew over and spent almost four weeks living and traveling around the country with him. …
I met my wife 20 years ago, in high school, and we have two kids. Five years ago while I was more focused on my work than I was on her, she met someone and has been cheating on me with this man since. I discovered this three years ago. First I wanted to leave, but I didn’t feel able. She didn’t want to leave either, she just wanted to live with me as a roommate and keep seeing that man.
I have never accepted this. At the time I didn’t know that she’d been in love with him for two years, and I thought it would end. I thought that by being more present and patient that I would win her back. After two years of enduring her relationship with him and seeing no progress, I decided it was time for me to try to forget about her. …
I’m becoming a dangerous recluse. What should I do to deter this?
I’m a single, 42-year-old female. I’m an only child, I’ve never been married, I have no kids, and I’m an elementary school teacher of 17 years. I just gave up the last bit of identity I had, to move in with my mom for financial reasons. I’ve got superhuman abilities to fake who I really am professionally and personally. I’m intelligent, pretty, and I’m the life of the party that everyone wants to be around, yet I don’t want to be a part of the party anymore lately. Yes, depression, or maybe even PTSD from decades of experience. I’m usually happy being alone, but I’m nonetheless lonely.
I feel like I’m different in my feelings than most other people. I’m hyper-sensitive to my interactions with others, which makes life difficult to deal with. My passionate opinions create obstacles in my work and life. I notice and feel everything from others. Nothing in life is fair, and I find it unacceptable — to the point of just exiting stage left whenever possible. I just don’t want to be around people anymore. Teaching has burned me. I’ve been on the front lines of domestic America for so long, and I can’t cope any longer. The world is changing rapidly and I’m so attuned to it that I’m afraid. So I just sit in a little bedroom and consume content in all forms — excluding social media.
Who am I supposed to be without a family at my age? There’s no playbook on societal norms for a person like me.
I ride my bike. That’s all I’ve got. And I have my pup. Last year I rode 3,800 miles, entirely alone (but with podcasts). And it’s the only thing keeping me sane and with purpose. And that purpose is dwindling with a trip to the doctor, resulting in a diagnosis this week of osteo-arthritis in my back from years of running. Hence the biking now. But I’m afraid soon that will be taken from me, too.
I’m not sure how I will relieve my work-related anxiety if I can no longer exercise at all.
I absorb myself in self-help articles, documentaries that make me think and grow, and also reading for pleasure. I’m not sure if this is doing more harm than good. My mom used to tell me as a teenager, “You think too much, and thinking gets you in trouble.” …
I’m part of a work culture that is highly toxic. I get paid well, so until recently I hadn’t thought of moving on. But last month, my boss promoted my colleague, and so now I report to him. The promotion as such doesn’t bother me. But the arbitrary nature of making him a boss, when he is less qualified than I am and has less experience, hurts. I feel the weight of humiliation everyday when I wake up.
I am also a single woman who finds validation from her workplace. I used to think that I could shut my eyes to the work culture and think mostly about the salary that comes at the end of the month. But of late, I feel that I am extremely unhappy and stressed. …
For most of my life I’ve stayed in my shell because it feels safe. But now I’ve come to a point in my life where I have to make decisions for my future. I can’t hide from the inevitable any longer. I’m 19, and whether I want to or not, I have to face reality. But I can’t help but feel afraid, unsure and insecure about what is best for me and what choices to make. At times it feels so overwhelming that I feel hopeless, and I question how can I survive or even live in this reality that I’ve tried to avoid all my life? …