Hi, this is my first time posting on this message board - I’m not sure if the way I feel is actually depression or something else, so wondering if people here ever feel anything similar. I have been diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome (I have posted on that board), but not sure if this is related or something separate? The easiest way I can describe this feeling is this: I hate being an adult. I hate the responsibilities, the routine, the money (or lack thereof), the bills, the relationship-issues, etc. I know that a lot of people feel like this and just get on with it. They probably also have other things that they enjoy about adulthood that they enjoy to counterbalance the negatives, but for me they’re so minimal. I can’t really describe it very well in writing, but it goes far deeper than just being fed-up and bored. Being an adult tires me out (which I can blame on the CFS) and leaves me feeling so, so sad. If I think about it too much, or even if a memory comes to mind, I end up crying. It almost feel like I’m mourning my childhood because it feels like such a massive loss.
I have mentioned on another post in the CFS/ME discussion board that on the outside I seem to have it all sorted: mortgage on a nice house, car, good job, pretty good relationship, etc, and while I’m quite happy with these things individually, as a whole if I could digress back to childhood tomorrow I would. Instantly. And I’d stay there because it’s so much easier than facing all the stuff you have to do as an adult. I don’t want to come over as all dramatic, but while I DON’T have serious thoughts of ending it all, I do often think “well, that’s my best years gone, they’ll never come back, so what’s the point?”
I’m in my late 20s and honestly do not think this is a sort of “quarter-life crisis” turning-30 type thing that’s come about – I’ve ALWAYS hated adulthood. Even when I was in my early to mid-teens I remember dreading getting older, crying about not wanting to grow up, feeling really sad when people would comment that I’m no longer a child, that I was too old for toys, cartoons, etc.
I’m not sure what this is, but it eats away at me. I wish I could get younger everyday rather than older L I wish I could put into words exactly how sad and empty this makes me feel. It sounds bad but if I’m honest I just don’t feel like I understand or even really care about the things that I’m “meant” to be concerned about (paying bills, meetings with the bank, budgets, house work, parties, work, keeping in contact with people, etc, etc.........)
Does anyone else feel anything similar?