OK so I've learned a lot and I'm doing really well. The most important thing I've learned is that there isn't always a right and wrong time to push myself or rest, as long as I do both I'll be fine.
My boyfriend is doing really well now that we've moved away, we both have jobs (which is a HUGE deal for us we were both starting to feel hopeless) and are both doing well in our studies. Hiccups now and then, life isn't perfect but it's generally stable and fine for the first time in forever?
It feels like a foundation for a real life not just wading through mud. I am happy already though. I'm still depressed but I'm happy too, or glad with how things are now at least. Emotions are hard to describe.
Although in the last 2 months I've had some punches, my "real" dad has disowned me, my old school friends decided that those of us who no longer live in our hometown aren't part of the group anymore and have totally cut us out, and of the two friend friends I had at uni one died, and the other is mad at me and hasn't talked to me and I have no idea why, maybe because I took a lot of time off when I was depressed? I don't know. I just know I came back and now she won't talk to me.
So socially I dove in feeling very vulnerable, and although none of it is my fault, I've just had way too much rejection and sadness to know what to do with.
I can't help but think, nice people don't get this much shit from people. Like no one good gets rejected this much surely? Maybe I'm good but too annoying. I can't help but think anyone being nice to me is just doing it out of pity. So well, yeah this has been a bad year for social anxiety BUT I have been pushing myself to socialize and I'm trying.
I'm not trying to make friends, but I do "socialise" casually so yeah that will do for now. I still have old friends I keep in contact with and see sometimes and my boyfriend of course.
With one friend passing away and one turning cold, I need to get my breath back before I even think about it again.