desperate788 wrote:I hold a job but ask me how hard it is.
Okay, I'll bite. How hard is it? Is it hard for everyone who works there, or just hard for you?
Talking to strangers has always been a struggle for me.
I can tell you why that is. You're so caught up in churning over in your mind
how terrible your life is* that you barely notice other people. To talk to other people, you need to be interested in them. After you've been introduced, or you've introduced yourself, you ask what work they do, what interests they have, what they do to relax... And all these questions lead to other questions. This is how you decide who you want to be friends with, whose company you like.
I have suspicion about my father's illness that increased when you said my anxiety increased.
Nay brother, you're not going to pin that one on me! You've been more unhappy since you found out. But here's the thing: no one on the board really knows you, much less your family. We don't know what happened back there. The people to talk to are other family members.
* I was lost for words when I saw you'd written you were the unluckiest person in history. Can you possibly be unaware that two-thirds of the world's population don't eat every day, and that of those people, half of them are actually starving?
For far too long your gaze has been inwards, and when you look inwards all you see is misery. You are not the only person suffering. Far from it. Look around you for who else is unhappy, and see if there's anything you can do to help. But also look for people who seem to be managing their lives better than you do, because you can learn from them.