That's me. The recluse. On weekends, I can't bring myself to leave my apartment. I have a hard time getting out to do the laundry and the grocery shopping. I don't know what to do about it.
I have a history of not enjoying the company of others and of being treated badly by others. I fit in nowhere. An ethnic mutt, I have no people to relate to. It has been a lifetime of rejection.
I am afraid to even say hello to others. I stopped going to the gym. Being fit did not make me more attractive.
I need to do something but have no idea how to make my life better. Therapy has not helped at all. In fact, I was given bad advice. I will NOT go back to a therapist under any circumstances because they do not understand reality.