I wish I was somebody else……

My social anxiety has affected me in so many ways. So much that when I look at what I’ve done with my life, is see little of consequence.

I look back at the person I once was.

When I was rejected again and again by my peers at school it hurt, and I didn’t understand why. What made me so different from them?

It didn’t stop at school. But that fear of rejection has been inside me since then. Because of this I have held myself back. I didn’t want to get hurt again so I stopped trying to connect to people in any deep way. I had no close friends and still don’t. This is not to say I didn’t have fun, it’s just that no one really knew me. I stopped caring about myself and other people. My needs were not met.

I tried a councillor when I was in my late teens, it didn’t work out. Through my twenties and much of my thirties I despaired at my life. I thought of myself as weak, flawed, un-charismatic, unworthy of love.

My feelings of isolation was almost perpetual and I still feel it to today. My life became one long nothing. My fond memories of the past are few in number and don’t involve people, but rather computer games, good books, film and so on.

Lonely and pathetic that’s how I can feel.

My heart was sealed behind a wall of armour.

‘Once bitten twice shy’.

I rarely bonded with other people around me mostly because I find their interests are not the same as mine.

I didn’t care about football, cars, or anything like that. I want to talk about the deep ideas. The important questions. I can talk about trivial stuff, good TV shows and the like but why is it that the people I come across don’t seem interested in the same things I am?

I move through life without causing any ripples, having little effect on anything or anyone. I tried to be nice to people, but I rarely received it back in return. I was nice, that’s all.

It’s almost as if I don’t need to exist. I don’t do anything, I don’t risk much and I don’t connect to others. Just get a cardboard cut-out of myself and that will suffice. I feel hollow, empty inside at times. That I have no substance just a form that glides around like a ghost.

All this leaves be frustrated and angry. I have stagnated.

I feel stuck. A dead end job, no deep relationships of the kind that I want and need. I hate my life as it is. I hate who I am.

I find it so difficult to break out of this desire to just run home and stay there. To lose myself in something, mostly computer games.

Who I am is still not that different than who I was at school. I remember back then. The one who didn’t talk much. I was ostracized by those I thought to be friends. Teased and taunted. I hated them and I still hate those types of people. Bullies, and the indifference of others.

It fuels my anger. I have become that bitter individual that glares at the world that wounded him, daring for it to attack. That way I have an excuse to go full Hulk on them and unleash the full fury of those feeling I have. The hurt, the rage.

Sometime I feel it so strongly I find it difficult to keep a lid on it. I want to be angry at everything. Yet a part of be wants peace. To be free of the hurt, the anger. It’s exhausting being that way. Wanting to lash out, to let people know how much I feel. Yet having to keep it all in.

It’s why I say,

‘it’s not that I feel that bothers me, it’s that I feel so much’. I have a passionate side to me that’s both seductive and scary.

All these feelings without an outlet, a space to express them is what makes me feel caged and stuck in my life. I need expansion. I need, growth, progress, connection, touch, desire, laughter, love, and all the rest. I want all the things I thought I would have by now but don’t. I want, success, love, influence, friends, where are they?

I feel ashamed that I don’t have these things. That I have failed so much at having a normal life. I’m not in a relationship, The jobs I wanted never happened, so I’m in one now that I hate.

It partly explains why I don’t connect to other people. Going out on dates, meeting up because I fear they reaction if they find out. The fear, the shame, has kept me in prison

I dream to. I dream of the feelings I want, the friends I long for, the adventures I want to go on. I have been dreaming for so long that the dreams themselves became the substitute for action.

But my feelings of longing have never gone away.

I want this other life I imagine. I want the Heroes Journey. I love that concept. Hopelessly idealistic no doubt, but it’s who I am.

Bravest of the Brave
I want to be the bravest of the brave
Because, I am the most cowardly of the craven
The desolation of loneliness
The cold chill of fear that leaves me small
The self harm of regret
The empty space devoid of memories
The despair of being a misfit
I want to be the bravest of the brave.
The passionate desperation of fire in my heart
The world is not enough
I want to love my life, I need to
I want to die with joy in my heart and a roar on my lips
I want to be bravest of the brave
Am I trying hard enough?
Am I suffering enough?
Or not? Do I pull back too much, and too easily?
To Fight the good fight
Get the girl
Defeat the villain
To be passionately entangled
I want to be the bravest of the brave
The hero of the journey
My dreams are made of this
To be who I am
To be complete
The virtue of my own soul
The writer of my story
One of the happy few
Who do I want to be...
The bravest of the brave
Richard Collison

Tacky sentiment perhaps. But I want this courage, because I want to make a difference. My greatest fear is that is don’t have it.

I need to fight the good fight. But why do I have to be so afraid when doing it? I’m not sure I have the courage to get the life I want and that scares me the most, because it will mean living in mediocrity with the time I have left.

At some point probably in my twenties I gave up trying. I was wounded so many times by the others around me I doubted my ability to change things.  Leaving myself with the idea that I will never find what I’m looking for, and perhaps that I don’t deserve it.

How did all that promise and potential go to waste? Because that’s how it feels.

How did it come to this? Why did it have to be this way? What’s wrong with me?

Yes I have always been a sensitive soul. Easily affected by the world around me. I didn’t see it at the time like I do now.

I often wished I was someone else, or at least had their confidence, their abilities.

I hate being so sensitive, because I seem to take a lot more maintenance to keep me sane. I have to run and hide sometimes. Because I can’t take it anymore. This nature I have is blocking me from achieving the success I want. I don’t have the courage to talk to strangers, or in front of a group, I hate being the centre of attention. Yet a part of me wants it.

My fears and doubts get the better of me, holding me back, I don’t want to be like this. The disadvantages outweigh the advantages in my reckoning.

Even minor things like travel can make me so nervous that I feel panicky. I have shied away from such things because they are just too overwhelming.

Why is all this so important to me? Because I want to live, and live well. But right now I’m not. I need to be different, I need my life to be different. I want to live the way Rudyard Kipling, suggests.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling, If

Because I want to go to my death not feeling ashamed of my life and the time I had. I want to go with a feeling of triumph, satisfaction, fulfillment. To live well and die well.

It’s just that who I am seems to be preventing it.

How do you feel about the struggles you face? Comment below.

This post was inspired by another post To be someone else… by Gemma at Diary of a Social Phobic

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8 thoughts on “I wish I was somebody else……”

      • Reading this post was so much like reading my own life story, that it made me smile throughout – Just to realize that there are who feel this way too.
        (Was it in the book Highly Sensitive People that gave a percentage of how many of ‘us’ and ‘them’ there are?)
        And I feel total connection to ‘Bravest of the Brave’ –
        And you know what – I think we already are – just to be born into this group and keep going and keep trying – we already are –
        The Bravest of the Brave – x

        • I certainty hope there are more people who feel this way, I would feel less embarrassed. As for the sensitivity, if I recall it’s about 20% of people have this trait. So not an insignificant amount. Yes, those of who are coming to the meets are braver than we think we are. Thanks for the kind words Kira.

  1. It’s good to read a post which I can understand and I’m sure there are thousands, if not millions who could also relate.

    It’s tough when your own physiology seems to be fighting you- the fact you live in a world which doesn’t cater so well for highly sensitive types.

    Perhaps being sensitive will prevent life from being a certain way and certain things in life may be harder to attain. Although I think there are certain barriers that are unknowingly constructed in our minds which can potentially be broken down and allow us to achieve things we’ve thus far failed to realize.

    It amazes me how so many people seem able to maintain or progress in a career, find a loving partner they connect with, have close friendships and find time for hobbies, keeping fit, going on trips or holidays…
    Trying to attain just one of the above seems like a full time job when sensitivity or negative thought habits holds us back! I don’t know what I should be focussing on. Should someone lacking in many areas just focus on one aspect of life at a time?- Work? Personal development? Creating relationships? Experiencing new things? Any ideas?

  2. Thanks Ben. It certainly is tough trying to make you way in the worlds that only seem to reward you for not being yourself. Being a good talker opens many doors. I just wish I was one of those people.

    I expect I would have had far more success in my life. It’s true that you can break down some of those obstacles and open up more. I too am amazed at how much people can do, I often feel like I’m not working hard enough. It feels like your juggling many priorities at once.

    I feel it’s best try to several things at once. Because different aspects tend to feed upon each other. Personal growth an help with social life, and vice versa. New experiences can help us do both. It’s all interconnected.
    This doesn’t mean you can’t gain some focus. My idea for this year was creativity and connection. Writing more and reaching out more. I feel i have succeed.

    I feel its learning to live with all these desires and goals.

    Hope that helps.

  3. Terribly shy, nervous, and awkward around people. Wound up being a face to face salesperson for career. Go figure. Hated my job every day of my life.

    • Hi Peyton. Salesperson, yeah I tried retail for while. One time, just once on the till. I couldn’t face it after that, to much stress. to much worry for getting it wrong. Didn’t like the job either.


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