I do not relate well to the world around me. Not even my own family. The ways people pass the time. The things they talk about. It all seems so artificial. This has been getting progressively worse ever since I first started having severe symptoms about 10 years ago. It has progressed to the point where I almost feel like a foreigner in my own land. I'm getting to the point where I am accepting it. Alot of times I just ignore it and interact with them anyway but a lot of times I just can't bring myself to be around them. The best way I have found so far to cope with this is to just do things. Go for a hike or bikeride, cook, work in the garden, mow the grass. Even if I am feeling depressed it is sometimes a release to go ahead and do something like that. I don't really see this turning around for me either.
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