Hancock
29-01-17, 17:46
Hey there guys, I'm in a bit of a funk and could use some sage guidance for people who have been in my shoes at one point or another. I'm an only child, and I've been extremely close to my parents my entire life. They've been my sword and shield through a lot of problems, and their home (my home) is my comfort zone. That's my safe haven.
My (recently fiancée) boyfriend of almost five years and I finally bought our own place, and we just finished with the renovations this past weekend. Well, we moved all our stuff in yesterday and began setting things up. I ended up feeling really sick most of the day (stomach upset, nausea, generally feeling unwell) all day after a mild anxiety attack in the morning before we began packing. I've been mentally trying to gear myself up for this move for well over two months now but I'm still an absolute wreck. This morning I woke up in a mental fog and just felt this depressive weight on me. I made some breakfast for me and my fiancée, sat down to talk to him before he went to visit his family, and all I could think of was how much I was regretting this move. I'm going on 23 now, and I feel like this is the normal thing to do. I can't rightfully be married and have a family while living under my parents roof. I just can't shake this sadness. I've been crying on and off all morning even though I'm going to my parents in an hour for the day. And here's the kicker, we only live seven minutes apart.
I feel absolutely ridiculous for feeling the way I feel, and I can tell my fiancée is a bit sad that I'm not as excited as I should be about this move and us really starting a life together. I feel guilty and awful, really. I want to be happy, and I am happy that him and I are under the same roof permanently together, but I just feel miserable out of my "comfort zone". I know it's going to take some time to adjust, but I honestly didn't realize how bad my attachment issue was until now.
I'd like to make a sidenote and say that I am on medication for severe anxiety with depression and OCD. It definitely helps keep me level, but it's not helping much with this.
Any advice from people who were really attached to their homes and parents when they moved out or only children? I'm just at a loss and feel very sad and guilty.
My (recently fiancée) boyfriend of almost five years and I finally bought our own place, and we just finished with the renovations this past weekend. Well, we moved all our stuff in yesterday and began setting things up. I ended up feeling really sick most of the day (stomach upset, nausea, generally feeling unwell) all day after a mild anxiety attack in the morning before we began packing. I've been mentally trying to gear myself up for this move for well over two months now but I'm still an absolute wreck. This morning I woke up in a mental fog and just felt this depressive weight on me. I made some breakfast for me and my fiancée, sat down to talk to him before he went to visit his family, and all I could think of was how much I was regretting this move. I'm going on 23 now, and I feel like this is the normal thing to do. I can't rightfully be married and have a family while living under my parents roof. I just can't shake this sadness. I've been crying on and off all morning even though I'm going to my parents in an hour for the day. And here's the kicker, we only live seven minutes apart.
I feel absolutely ridiculous for feeling the way I feel, and I can tell my fiancée is a bit sad that I'm not as excited as I should be about this move and us really starting a life together. I feel guilty and awful, really. I want to be happy, and I am happy that him and I are under the same roof permanently together, but I just feel miserable out of my "comfort zone". I know it's going to take some time to adjust, but I honestly didn't realize how bad my attachment issue was until now.
I'd like to make a sidenote and say that I am on medication for severe anxiety with depression and OCD. It definitely helps keep me level, but it's not helping much with this.
Any advice from people who were really attached to their homes and parents when they moved out or only children? I'm just at a loss and feel very sad and guilty.