I feel quite insular. I think I’ve concluded that over December and into the New Year, I probably did have a bout of depression. It’s something that I’m annoyed about, but I don’t think there’s inherent harm in recognising it or acknowledging it.
Looking back, it was recognisable by lethargy. I just wanted to be alone in my house, sitting very still and aimlessly scrolling through social media. That behaviour alone isn’t new for me. But the willingness to do it for days and days on end was a bit of a problem.
Work was hard, speaking to family and friends was hard. I didn’t want to go to the gym and work with my personal trainer. I just wanted to be alone.
This isn’t directly related to being dumped. I think I was suffering from the forced introspection of the end of the year. I can’t say that I had a bad year because I’ve achieved some good things. It’s just it wasn’t the greatest year of my life.
So I was hesitant to talk to my family and friends, partly because of apathy and partly because I didn’t know what to say. I was hesitant to talk to randomers on dating apps, because if I wasn’t feeling sparkling and sexy, what could I offer to prospective new partners?
I could have talked to the ex, although there are long standing feelings of weirdness around how much is normal to discuss with him. Turns out he has similar issues, so I feel like we need to talk about how much we want to talk to each other. But then we’d have to talk, and how can we talk if we’re hesitant to talk? What a stupid cycle.