Sometimes I think I should go off and become a hermit somewhere, but I dreamt about Brexit last night. So, you see, there is no escaping the real world…
I’m having another day when I can’t tell if I’m depressed or just tired. I suppose I’m so used to be both that it’s hard to tell when there’s just one without the other. I’m looking at potential jobs to apply for and updating my CV and my confidence in my ability to work is still very low. I can’t see myself doing any of these jobs. I feel that between my depression-interrupted career and my social anxiety- and autism-impaired ability to network and go to CPD conferences and the fact that my librarianship MA was at a not very good university (because of the depression, in a complicated way), I’m not really able to do all the things that, in theory, I ought to be able to do. I know I’m over-qualified for my current job, at least on paper, but I’m OK with that, as I feel I can do my work without freaking out about things. I know lots of people with autism end up under-employed and I’m worried about being one of them, but I’m not sure what to do about it at the moment.
I’m on my own for Shabbat (Sabbath) dinner tonight as my parents are going to friends. I could go to the oneg (Shabbat event) at my shul (synagogue), but, as I said last week (I originally thought it was last week), I don’t enjoy these things and having a more certain autism diagnosis makes me feel that I won’t enjoy these things however much I try. These days I feel less inclined to force myself to try things that I really feel I’m unlikely to enjoy. I am forcing myself to go to a networking workshop on Monday, but that’s because, although I’m sure I won’t enjoy it, I might get something out of it. But I was quite looking forward to having time alone tonight, to do some Torah study and read more of 13 Minutes, at least until my mood dropped.
I’m alone again all next week, as my parents are away in sunnier climes (
Sarn Lanzarote). I hope I cope OK. I’ve got a busy week, with the networking workshop on the same day as the Jewish Book Week event I’m going to (the first time I’ve gone to Jewish Book Week) and then two consecutive days of work followed by an appointment with a psychiatrist. With my parents away, I will need to fit in cooking, laundry and probably also shopping as well, somehow.
Even on days like this, when I’m not really so depressed and haven’t been for a few days, I wonder if I’m always going to be like this. I feel like I’m 50% or 60% there. I’m functional at a basic level. I’m working part-time. I’m doing some basic Torah study and I pray sometimes and occasionally make it to shul. I have some friends (mostly long-distance, but in a way that suits me as I prefer text and email to speech). And I’m working on my books and worrying I’ll never get them finished, or published. But there’s so much more I want. It would be too much to say I have career plans or even goals, but I want to do something useful, enjoyable (on some level) and closer to full-time. I want to have more friends who are really on my wavelength. I want to get married and have children. I want to get my books published. And all these things seem far away.
And then suddenly, mid-afternoon and mid-Shabbat preparations, I was hit by a wave of depression and loneliness, I don’t know where from. It’s scary that it can come out of nowhere like that and hit me. I just feel overwhelmed by things and unable to do anything and I’m no longer looking forward to an evening by myself.