Coping with the possibility ...

How one can cope with the likely possibility that he/she will spend the rest of his/her life alone because of an incurable disease? Some said self-compassion, but how to find self-compassion in this case?

Hi,
Now is the time to sit down on a molehill and contemplate the future!
First of all, try to list your own faults and failours! Your prblem-in common with many depressed individuals is that you blame others for your misery. Try to list how many people try to help you and been good to you. Think of everybody as good and helpful, pick yourself up and move on.
Start with your own parents! They helped you, payed for your education and helped you financially. Think of trying to repay them with kind thoughts if you have no other means.
Many people live with illnesses and disabilities and find soulmates and even love. Try thinking and believing that everybody is good to you!

I think that could vary greatly from one person to the next, but I am first wondering what disease you might have in mind. People used to turn away from lepers, but now even that is not incurable.

If you really want a friend you can have one. Imo

I still blame my parents on my failures. I wish they didn't spend money on me, and instead instilled in me principles and skills to live by. I wish they respected and loved me, instead of giving me education and money. I wish they didn't bring me to this life. It would've been better not to exist than to exist this way and have all the suffer I endure every single day. You want to free parents and people from their influence. I will alone suffer, that's true. But this doesn't mean everyone else is innocent. I wasn't designed mentally for living in this world. Of course, I'm alone to be blamed from others because they don't live in my mind and didn't live my life, and know how I think and feel. For me now all I wish for is to find a way to rest from this life. No other way is possible for me.

To this day, my father doesn't respect my decisions, because he thinks if he leaves me decide alone, then I will go astray. But astray I went, nonetheless, and yes it was indirectly because of them, because if I were social and have a life, nothing would have happened. They will suffer because of me and live in pain, because I will never be the person they want me to be. Never. They are waiting me to come home for me to get married (in my culture parents think they finish their job when their kids get married, and it's considered their success), but I will never do that now. There is no hope for me to change now. It's too late to contemplate and think. End of my story, and my life stops here. Do you or anyone else care? I don't think so. People aren't good in nature. They are selfish. I alone will suffer because of my thinking, I know that, but then I wish to vanish and leave this life as soon as possible. So, why to change? I don't care anymore if I'm going to suffer more. This is my destiny.

I am not sure how to answer this Lonely Warrior.

I do not understand why someone would spend their life alone because they have a disease.

Can you please clarify?

To coping with possibility. I think we all feel like I'd we don't fit the mold of this world that there is something wrong with us. I think you are angry with your parents because you want to just be who you are. I agree that m I st people really don't care but there are some that do. Just do what makes you feel happy. Move away to beach or some place happy. I understand that you feel like you werent meant for this world. I feel the same. Ending it is always an option but try to live it first. I know for me helping others makes me happier. Nor that I am happy bur that helps me. Try to reach out to someone. There are so many people in need. Maybe that us your pupurpose. Just a thought.

I'm angry at myself before anybody else, because I cannot adapt. You say everyone feels the same way I do. Some might be, but the evidence is that most people have a life, and somehow they belong to this world. All my class peer are married, have kids, own houses and cars, and I'm still not settled, don't have a stable job, no family, no kids, nothing.

My pride prevents me from seeking or accepting help. I feel inferior when seeking help. Also when I help others, I feel myself like a servant to others. I tried to help people, and I was exploited, because this is what happens to socially naive people like myself. It's painful with people, and it's painful without them.

I'm already away from my parents, but still I'm not happy. I carried all my problems with me, and the only way to live is to solve these problems, which seems impossible.

I still don't fully understand about your disease reference.

I do understand about anger at oneself, and I know how destructive that can be. It can also make it hard for others to get close to us too.

I also understand that problems can seem overwhelming, I think the only way to get around that is break things down into small steps so they are less intimidating. If we try to tackle everything at once it is like climbing a mountain.

It is unusual for all of ones peer class to be as you describe, and I can't help but wonder if some of those lives aren't quite as rosy as they would seem. At my age (40s) I have many peers who have never married, never had children, some who are divorced etc. Life isn't straightforward for many of us, and many people struggle in different ways but like yourself they do not necessarily talk about that.

Some of my happiest friends are single but live their lives amongst friends, marriage/children is not for everyone. I know others who met special people later in their life too, they simply weren't ready before then.

I am married, with grown up son, but I don't think of my life in terms of success - there are many things I haven't done or achieved compared to others and quite possibly never will. This is not about me but I use myself as an example. I accept myself as I am - that is self-compassion.

I don't know if any of the above makes sense to you but I am willing to clarify if not.