Wouldn't it be nice

 Listening to  Making It podcast this morning. They talked a lot about being on the artistic spectrum, which was interesting. But what really hit home was the observation about how some people, that may have had a small amount of artistic abilities were often told to play it safe, and not pursue that passion. Although I don't consider myself very artistic, I have always had dreams of doing things, like filling the farm with garden gnomes, or getting tattoos, or letting my hair grow to a massive pony tail. Or even things like gardening as a primary focus for the farm. But I cannot allow myself to follow these dreams, it's not allowed.

I don't know why I can't get over this. 

I often wonder what it would be like to be the kind of person that follows their heart, that has the courage to be that free. It must be wonderful, freeing, amazing.

Envy

I don't envy people that have more money, better cars, more things than me.
I don't envy people who are fitter, faster, better looking than me.
I don't envy people who are smarter than me.

I envy people that have the strength to be themselves and follow their hearts and dreams. What a life that must be.

Focus

Focusing on one thing, to have a better chance at being successful feels like giving up on my dreams.

Too anxious

What do you do if you are too scared to join even an online community, never mind IRL

"I'm an introvert"

If you declare to the world on a podcast that you are an introvert, you aren't.
If you were you wouldn't be on a podcast
No one would know who you are

Fake it 'till you make it

What happens if you never make it?
I fake being happy
I fake being alive
I fake enjoying anything I do
I fake enthusiasm
I always have
Why
What does it get me
No one cares
No one is close enough to see that I'm a fake

Fear of antidepressents

What happens if they work
I wake up and truly understand what it means to not live under the cloud of depression
How do you live with that knowledge
Having lived for 55 years, and never been happy
Not once, not true unadulterated happiness
There is always that darkness
What if it's gone
What does that mean
All the things that didn't get done
Can't go back and do them over
That's not how it works
Those times are gone
Those people are gone
Those loves are gone
Lost to the past
And nothing can compare to them, even now
What about the people I hurt through my depression
Can I forgive myself
Do they even care
Did they really get hurt
Unfortunately I know I hurt them
I live with that knowledge every single day
It is a huge burden
A weight
It is soul crushing
The past poisons every moment of every day
It adds to the cloud of depression
guilt, remorse, loss
I often think about key decisions
I don't try to play out how things would be different in that alternate timeline
But I am aware that it is there, that something could have been different
I carry all this every day
But I can't put it down
Because
What am I without that
And how would I deal with having all that pain lifted
How do you go on if you realize what you missed