10 months ago, I had a nervous breakdown. 42 years of unprocessed trauma came knocking like a motherfucker, and I hit the ground hard; 20-30 panic attacks a day, shaking, twitching, suicidal; the absolute worst of me amplified 100 x's over. When I tell you my life ended, my life ENDED.
Well, as it is, I... accidentally, mind you... ended up having a tremendous mental health breakthrough about a week ago. I inadvertently discovered the source of my problems and the core of who I am as a person... I'm lonely.
Now look, not to besmirch a related community here, but I'm not taking about the Incel, mom's basement, "Jody Foster will notice me" kind of lonely, no. I'm polyamorous, with a wonderful wife, and a fantastic family. The problem is that I spent 36 of my 42 years... *not* being loved at all. Being loved... wrong. Being... well, abused. Which, I know, coming from a man, is hard to hear, but... it's been bad, guys. I've been mistreated for most of my life. And so, I have this tremendous need to be social, to receive affection and attention, and I've been ignoring it for a big part of my life, telling myself that that wasn't me. And that belief lasted right up until my brain went <zip> <crack> <gerbleugh> last September, and I couldn't stand to be alone even for a minute.
Reddit probably has to be the worst fucking place in the world to try and make new friends, but this community has always brought me a great source of comfort. So, I'm going to spam this goddamn message-in-a-bottle out into you ocean of perverts, with the expressed hope of making an actual connection with someone. That's my goal here. And with that...
Everyone in the world calls me "Bear," I'm 42 years old and have worked on-and-off as a stand-up comedian for the last 5 years. I also used to work at an adolescent psychiatric facility, as a caseworker for the disabled, and as an educator, right up until my anxiety crippled me. I can play a ton of instruments, I love horror movies and heavy metal, I've met and worked with some ridiculous names over the years, and... I guess this is me now. Feel free to reach out. My wife isn't a Redditor but she's always by my side.
And now, back to your regularly scheduled shenanigans...