I feel broken

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I don't really know how to be happy with my hobbies. I only really feel happy when I'm with my friends but they never call or anything. Its always if I just happen to be around and they are just acting nice or something. I'm never really able to hold conversations with them and it always leads to awkward silence.

Whenever I meet a girl she is always in a relationship or not interested in me and this information only comes after I think they might be interested in me and I've somehow racked my brain furiously for things to talk about.

Work is so stressful and I figured that of course work would be stressful cause that's why they pay you to do it but it got really bad and newbies that I work alongside seem completely unfazed by all the noise and heat.

I don't like being broken. I want to be fixed so I can feel happy but I don't know how. Is there a way to fix me?

I'm broken, too. I did learn that, for the rest of my life, I will need psychiatric care. Isn't that a depressing thought?

Hi Red Robin,

This is a serious question:

How do you manage not to be harassed by cops while you're sleeping in your car? It seems there are at least a few WrongPlanet people who live in their cars. Is there a place where other people who live in their cars congregate?

I've actually thought of doing that myself--but it's quite impossible in NYC.

When I was in Nashville I slept in my car in a Walmart parking lot. I was only bothered once by the police only because I hadn't moved my car for two or three days. After that they pretty much left me alone.

In L.A. I slept in my car in the Los Feliz park during the day and the West Hollywood Public Library at night. I was never bothered in those places.

Here in Seattle I sleep in my car in the parking lot of a church that subscribes to the Safe Parking program. Sometimes I also park on a quiet street overlooking Shilshole Bay. I haven't been bothered yet, but you never know.

I feel that way too. ALL THE TIME.

It sucks. A lot.

Red Robin, there is no shame in needing psychiatric care for the rest of your life. After all, diabetics need insulin and hemophiliacs need blood platelets. I've accepted the fact that I need it for the rest of my life. I drive an 18 wheel semi truck as a career and I skype with my therapist once a week. When it's time for follow ups with the psychiatrist, I skype with her. It's all good! I'd much rather have treatment for my condition then have it go untreated. When it was untreated, I was hospitalized with suicidal thoughts. Psychiatric care lets me live a vastly happier and healthier life, just as insulin helps a diabetic to live. Psychiatric care gave me the courage to leave a miserable career in IT for the excitement of the road. It isn't always a bed of roses but so much better than the office. You aren't broken, Red. You just haven't found your path.