I've known I've had problems for years, that doesn't mean I've done anything about it.
I'm not asking much of myself. Just go out and talk to people in a group, and actually go there more than a few times. Have a regular sleep schedule, even if it's waking up as late as 11 AM, that's better than waking up at 3 PM. Get to therapy on time once a week. Go out grocery shopping with my food stamps instead of getting delivery which I can't afford. Cook. Do the dishes. Shower more than once every week or two. Do the laundry. Just eat something instead of staring at my laptop screen for an entire day.
I've only asked myself the bare minimum that a 22 year old should be able to handle. A couple of them I'm not a complete failure at. But most of that... If I can't do that, where does that leave me?
I mean, TBH, unless you have some kind of debilitating physical disorder (if you do, no offense) these are things you *can* certainly do.
I don't mean to play pocket shrink, but I have found that if there's something I don't want to do, I have often fallen into the trap of telling myself that I am incapable of doing it, and that is really easy to believe. I found that once I started doing the thing in question I realized what I had been doing.
Don't think about whether this is true of you or not, because you'll always come back with NO, I would NEVER. Come at as "If this is true, hypothetically, how would I act" or "how would I justify this to my girlfriend or myself".
If the dots connect, you have a clear path of mental advancement that you can't escape. Trite, perhaps, but from my own experiences.
I have bipolar disorder, anxiety, and ADHD... I think. I'm not even sure what's wrong with me at this point. Nothing physical, though.
What really ends up happening is that I so desperately want to be okay that I end up lying to myself and others about how well I'm doing. Like a few months ago, my insurance got fucked so I couldn't go see my psychiatrist (unless I came up with like $200, anyway) and then later on my meds jumped from $20/month to $80. I can't afford that, so I stopped taking them.
I never asked for help with that. I wanted to prove to myself I could do it. I didn't want her to worry about me. But I couldn't get better on my own, and now because I never
actually got help, that's all gone.
I talked to my therapist about random stuff, pretending like things were okay. I mean, I did feel okay, at least a little. So that meant my life would be okay, right? Just a matter of time after starting to feel okay that I'd actually start doing things. Of course that's a load of bullshit, and "feeling okay" doesn't
just involve "I got out of bed this morning" and similar, incredibly minor things. I had to put in some actual fucking effort into doing
something, but I never did.
I self-sabotage a lot.
Can I turn this around? God, I hope so.