Like most people, I’ve dealt with such things as loneliness and depression. I’m not certain as to why, but I initially remember feeling such emotions after being diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome. Depression most so. I think everyone deals with such things at some point in their lives, but like with other emotions, sensations, and whatnot, people with Asperger’s tend to experience such things on a somewhat magnified scale.
What kind of sucks when it comes to the depression I’ve experienced, is that I don’t know what caused it. I was living a great life back then, and I still am today. I denied my depression for the longest time. I hated taking meds for it, as I didn’t think that I needed to. I adamantly believed that I didn’t need them, and that I would be no worse without them. I was able to convince my neurologist of this sometime before I was out of high school. Since then, I haven’t taken any meds for depression, or anything else related to my Asperger’s. Nonetheless, it would be nice to know what caused me to get depressed in the first place.
I don’t really know much that I can say about the loneliness that I’ve felt, and still feel from time to time. It certainly is easier to deal with now, as there are more people in my life that I regularly talk to and do stuff with. That, on top of having a job that I really enjoy, and maturing a lot near the end of and since my school days. Things like that have really been of benefit to my overall mood, as well as my relationships with people.
What’s helped a lot too, I think, is Facebook. It’s helped me to keep in touch more with those I know. Especially nowadays, since most people I know and am close to are on Facebook and are my Facebook friends. The relationships I’ve had and have with people are what really help keep me happy and feeling good. That, and being able to go for days without really needing any personal, face-to-face interaction with people. Most days, the only human interaction I really need and/or desire I can get via Facebook.
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy spending a lot of time with the people I care about. That’s one of my favorite things to do. Even if I’m just in the same house/building with such people, and not actually interacting. Probably due mostly to my highly introverted nature, I just don’t really require a lot of in-person interaction to be happy, and at the same time, not be lonely and depressed.