I relate to the feeling of feeling alone, because I have nobody to talk to about all the shiity stuff that goes along with trying to live my life while dealing with a mood disorder. It is very isolating to feel like the rest of the world is easily doing stuff that I often struggle to do.

So even though I have friends, I sort of feel like no one truly knows all of the ugly parts of me that I usually hide. I present mostly fine to the outside world even as i am breaking inside. It's ****ed up. I've been going to a support group lately and I think it really does help to talk to actual humans who have experiences similar to me and get it.

It definitely take a long time for me to trust ppl and befriend them and allow them entry into my world. So the few friends that I do have are pretty close. A lot of ppl I don't really relate to. Perhaps that's why I teach special needs kids; I relate to the feeling of being different. I come from the island of misfit toys.