I’ve been coming to this forum longer than I can remember. But over the past year or so I’ve had little enthusiasm for doing even that - or much else to be honest.
And it’s getting worse.
Let me explain.
Around the end of last year, the magazine I was working on as an assistant designer closed shop and I found myself redundant - a situation I have not faced since my early twenties. I tried getting other similar work but no go. I have been told the print industry over here is going through a major downsize and the role that I had is now more or less redundant in the industry as everything is now digital and the focus has shifted to online distribution rather than printed media.
So fair enough. I got some money saved - enough to last me happily for three or four years- and some time off I thought might do me good. However, it has now been 11 months since I last held gainful employment and shit is not looking up.
To make things worse the relationship I was involved in collapsed around the same time. Everything had been going well and i was finding my feet again after getting divorced three years ago. But the stupid girl I was seeing told me that she wanted to date somebody she could see having a future with and that my prospects as a partner were “limited”. Great.
Since then I’ve had the odd date here and there but nothing really took. This has made me seriously doubt my self worth. Which is never a good thing.
Friendships have dried up. Guys I hung out with are now either married, moved away or just “too busy” having successful careers, leaving me all alone to battle it out.
Then, about six weeks ago something else happened. Late one night, I was walking back to my car after some late night bookstore browsing. Two leather jacketed dudes were walking out of the multi storied car park I was entering when one of them made some smart assed remark about my physical appearance. I turned and snapped “The fuck is your problem, fucker” and they both set on me. Slammed me into a concrete wall, beat me around the face and stomach and kicked me in the ribs as I fell to the floor.
I reported the incident but I’m doubtful anything’s going to happen as the cops didn’t seem to think there was much chance of an arrest.
So there you go.
Nowadays, I rarely go out unless I have to. I will do the grocery shopping, grab a burger or pizza and maybe a dvd rental but that’s about it. I spend long periods of time on my own - usually just watching television (often late into the night. sometimes even til sunrise), listening to music, surfing the net or just lazing around with a cup of coffee (of which I drink way too much) and a donut (of which I eat way too much).
Two weeks ago I didn’t leave the house for four days straight other than to retrieve the paper from the front lawn. The blinds are often drawn so I’m existing in a state of semi darkness
Often I will call up for home delivery - pizza, indian food, chinese, mexican whatever - and spend many hours pigging out on salty, fatty garbage. I never used to drink much, but now I’m drinking four or five days a week and it’s usually the harder stuff (not really a beer drinker). Also smoking around 12 -15 ciggies a day. So you can imagine what this is doing to my physical health let alone my mental state.
I have been living as a virtual hermit now for as long as maybe five months and don’t know how to break this chain of behaviour.
Does anyone have any tips? Has anybody else here been through something similar? Or have you had a friend/relative/loved one who has lived through the same sort of thing?
I’d be glad to hear some of your own personal stories if possible. Won’t do much but would maybe help me feel kinda not so alone to know that others out there have been through the same thing.
Any thoughts?