Tomorrow my family and I are moving into a new house (again, third time in three years). We will probably be living there longer now. (We kept moving because my step dad’s job. He’s pretty much at the end point of promotions since there aren’t many people above him now).
My mom has been I’m not sure what to call it…Saying I’ll find a great guy blah blah blah because I’m single and she’s a mom we know how that is. But also she’s been like you never know maybe you’ll make friends.
Making friends as an adult is hard. Especially because I’m 21 and everyone my age is in college or working, that’s where you meet people. Good luck otherwise. Especially because we just moved to a small town in Texas around 2,000 people.
I just feel really pessimistic about the whole thing. Because is it even worth trying? I feel like it would be nice to not be so isolated but I know what “friends” mean in today’s age especially people my age. It means all the friends I don’t have who vanished when I got hurt. It means all the friends that stayed but recently drifted away from me because they have moved on in life and I can’t.
Friends now a days it just seems like good luck finding someone who won’t just leave or forget about you. Good luck finding someone who won’t just write me off and won’t understand what I’ve been through. People outside here don’t understand us tbi survivors. I don’t have energy for conversations where I pretend I relate to college test anxiety or the weather or whatever…
On top of all that my self confidence lately is just… horrible. Not even with all the things I can’t do I feel like a loser. I don’t have anything going on. Or to talk about. I have a brain injury hah that’s my life now. People make friends by common interests. I don’t have any interest in things because I can’t do any of them anyway.
I don’t know.
It also made me feel bad because now my step dad is around my mom basically told me not to be so hands on with the kids. (My little brother and sister are 6. I’ve basically been a parent to them way more than thier dad because he’s been both mentally and physically MIA the whole six years)
It really crushed me. It’s like I’ve been helping out this whole time and now you just want me to not? Don’t thank me ethier she just yelled at me about it. Like thanks for letting me know I’m apparently not even worth helping with my siblings who are in a way like my own kids or cousins or something as soon as my step dad is around who’s just been MIA. Cool.
So that further worsened my self esteem.
Sorry for the rant. Thx