Once upon a time I would write off my deep-seated yet inexplicable beliefs as some schizoid manifestation of my flawed development, but these days I can pick a random board on WrongPlanet and find a dozen people who hold the same views as me - interpret that as you will. For that reason, I kind of wanted to share this strange sense/conviction I have, and see if anyone else does too.
It's very hard to describe, but here goes:
Do you ever feel like you're on the verge to making sense of your life and its place in the world, but the pieces to the puzzle just don't quite fit - yet you're close?
People who knew me as a child say they could never get a damned thing through my head until someone answered the question of why, and then after that I'd go along perfectly. I still feel like that today, always wondering why I should bother performing this or that social necessity, and I think much of my malaise and inertia these days comes from going along with the social flow without a mature understanding of why I'm doing it in the first place.
This description is terribly vague even in my own mind, but I always feel like I could be the successful person everyone always said I would become, if only I could make the pieces fit. Like if I just grasped this one thing then instead of spinning in my own aimless circles, some sort of unifiying motivation would kick in and I'd know what to do with myself again. No more chronic fatigue, no more disintegrating mind, and I'd at least have some solid ground to stand on as I work my way through the social world - even if I'll never truly be a part of it.
I raise the question because loved ones are trying to push me to return home and start psychotherapy, but I can't escape the feeling that unless a professional can help me find this thing - whatever it is - then I'm wasting time.
If this is me and me alone, well, that's a feeling I'm used to. But if anyone else feels anything remotely along these lines, I'd really love to hear it.
Thanks for your time,
Ben