I want to somehow live positively even when I'm sick
Nice to meet you.
I read the Hasunoha article that was published in the Asahi Shimbun, and I had a consultation with them.
As described in my profile, I was finally able to get a job from home in 2024, and I can't say that my income is high due to the employment of people with disabilities, but I was a little relieved when I thought about the future.
However, even after getting a job, I feel somewhat lethargic and always lazy.
I don't think it's good to just stay at home, so I go outside once in a while, but since I'm also an HSP, I get tired just going to places where people are.
I often hear “it's good to take a walk,” but I'm worried about the eyes of passers-by, and I don't feel that walking is comfortable.
Until my illness worsened, I liked watching Western-style movies and going to live shows, so recently I've been trying it again, but no matter what I do, I don't think it's as fun as it used to be.
Will I stay like this until my illness is cured?
Will it go into remission in the first place?
I feel that HSPs, in particular, cannot be easily changed because of their temperament rather than illness.
Looking back, I was always looking for meaning in life.
This may have been the case since I was in the upper grades of elementary school, long before I was diagnosed with the disease.
She was serious, and her exam results were pretty good, and I think she was an untouchable kid, especially from the point of view of school teachers.
Then I went on to college, but when I graduated in 2010, I was unable to adapt to society and stumbled brilliantly.
I'm currently 38 years old, but isn't it good that I'm still living at my parents' house due to illness and low income?
Being in the same space as someone 24 hours a day in a marriage is stressful for me, so I can't think of it.
In the first place, after becoming ill, I feel that there were almost no marriage options due to the thought that “the other party would be bothered.”
For some reason, there was also the fact that only men with a moral temperament stopped by.
But in the end, I myself couldn't be positive about getting married or having children.
I was in an imperfect state with my illness, and I really didn't think I could do enough for my child.
I feel stuffy about living all this time, and it's an abstract expression, but I feel like I'm thirsting for “freedom.”
However, don't I have enough determination and a sense of responsibility to be able to live a free life?
I'm sorry for the disorganized sentence.
I would be grateful if you could give me any advice.
