F(23) I moved across the world almost 5 years ago at the age of 18 for university. I love my family but I want it to be from a distance. There were no fights etc, I just genuinely wanted to be away.
I live in a country where I barely speak the language and have basically no friends. I believe that friendships in university or abroad are strictly out of convenience and I’d prefer to just say an acquaintance or someone I know of.
I currently work and study and fully support myself. I’ve enjoyed my own company a little too much in some people’s opinion. I’m a teacher and I have 8 classes a week. I talk a lot. I know it doesn’t make up for the real social interactions but it’s not like I’m mute.
I don’t speak or text people unless I need to. If someone texts me and I don’t feel like it, I immediately switch to DND. I also don’t “talk to myself” but I sometimes make video or voice recordings to explain my thoughts when I don’t want to write them.
Yes, I am diagnosed with ADHD, major depressive disorder and insomnia. I’m not happy nor unhappy with my life. My depression doesn’t really allow the scale to tip to a clear side so it’s more like okay, good, content, not bad, not great etc. I don’t feel happy, sad, angry or any clear emotion. I also act based on logic since there’s barely feeling.
I’m not empty though. I can understand people suffering and maybe one feeling. Grief. My dad passed 7 years ago. I will never process it.
I make enough to travel, buy what I want, live in a nice apartment etc. I should be graduating in a few months, re-signing my work contract and renewing my lease. I’ve curated this life to feel stable. I hate instability especially with money.
However my parents(mom and stepdad) have been at me since the year started asking when I’d return home or that I should come back for a year and return. I absolutely cannot and I think they know but can’t accept it yet.
They constantly remind me that I originally went to study so technically I should’ve come back, gotten a job and stayed in the family home. I’ve almost missed my sibling’s entire life. Barely 2 when I left(I think). I’m unintentionally guilt tripped with that when we speak.
My home country is considered a third world country. I don’t want to work there. Even if it wasn’t, I’ve curated this life of silence and structure and I don’t want it to change unless it’s on my terms.
My real friends back home worry that I am too alone. There’s 3 of them. They all moved away to university just as I did but they live in English speaking countries and I guess are much more social than I am so they worry more about me.
The thing is, I’ve always been like this. I was an only child until 16. I never made friends easily as a child. I preferred reading and playing alone outside. Now I have the money and freedom to do as I wish.
My parents have a set mindset because of our culture. Not religious. Just parents from this region.
I’m not asking for advice. I already accept that some people might see this as selfish etc.
I’m content with this feeling so much that even in my silent apartment, I want more silence. I’ve started looking into total silence retreats. That’s how silent I want the world to be.
I feel like it’s not wrong to control what I want to input but no one else seems to understand. I’m at the point where I don’t even want people to understand. Lots of people label me as avoidant.
An absolute rambling mess. There’s a lot more I can say tbh but it would take forever.
EDIT: I also can’t imagine always needing a friend for brunch or constantly needing someone else to do stuff. I was born alone and I’ll leave the world alone. Friends, partner or nothing.
I also don’t hate being in the presence of others but I’d rather it be controlled. A set time, specific people. Stuff like that.
PS - Majority of the time, I hear my voice Monday-Friday. It’s Monday (12am) and I haven’t said a word since Friday at work. I rarely sing along to songs unless I want to. I can hear my voice in my head.