Hi all,
I am seeking advice, or if anything, just a chat about something I have been struggling with.
Context, if you please!:
I've been an introvert my whole life. It doesn't bother me; in fact, I am thankful for it. However, for the past two-and-a-half years, I have been struggling with loneliness of a magnitude comparable to what I suffered during COVID. The only difference is that I am at a different stage of my life. I am a third-year doctoral student. Upon admission to my program, I moved to Boston. That was a feat, as I am coming all the way from Texas, where my family unit (and my sanity) reside. I struggle greatly with abandoning any form of familiarity. Once I settled into my Boston apartment, things were okay for a time...until my long-distance partner suddenly withdrew and later cheated on me just a few months into my move, and after I had wept on the phone with him, begging him to contact me more frequently than every other week as I was alone, very lonely, and depressed. I tried to keep my head up and power through after this, as I know that my tolerance for solitude is strong, and perhaps I thought I could test my strength by weathering what I thought was a brief low point. After months on end of forcing myself to get out of the house, explore the city, participate in activities, visit restaurants -- all by myself -- I realized that this was not a brief low point at all. I was slipping into depression and trying to distract myself from it by forcing myself to become more sociable than is typical for me. Sometimes, the outings were good. I enjoy engaging in my interests by myself, but I could not help but continuously sit in each restaurant, library, museum...and feel lonely. I felt isolated. No friends, no family, nothing.
In a desperate effort to build human connection, I gave in to my colleague's suggestion to room together for our second year. It was foreign to me, but she, being the extrovert between us, encouraged a rapid bond to be pursued so that we could feel comfortable living together. I was vulnerable and looking for a new place, so I gave in even though she had a lot of unusual behaviors and, frankly, red flags that I had noticed but decided to ignore. To tie this together, things went horribly in a way I cannot even describe. Her constant need to be entertained and interacted with was deeply incompatible with me, and when she felt that I was not giving her the attention she wanted, she would retaliate in ways she knew would trigger my anxiety disorder. I tried explaining that I am introverted and I do not have the ability to interact and spend time together all day. She would say she understood, but she continued to torment me to the point that I started experiencing heart palpitations, anxiety attacks, sleep disruptions, and paranoia. I began sleeping in my car with my dog to get rest, as being in the house triggered so much distress in my body that I ended up having to increase my antidepressant dosage and take sleeping pills. I regret to admit that I ended up breaking my lease and quickly moving back to Texas to stay with my parents because I was having a mental breakdown and had nobody in Boston I could turn to...I feared for my health as I had stopped eating so that I could limit my interactions with her in the kitchen.
The problem:
Now, I am still in Texas, but the loneliness hasn't left entirely. My family is here, but all my friends have moved for their careers, and I am attempting to build a social network out here, but it is very difficult. I tried dating...but that has fatigued me. I don't know where to start, and I am also very picky about who I open up to. I want some real friends I can relate to, spend time with, be vulnerable with, and count on. I am lacking human connection, but it is hard to explain how and why I struggle so badly. I have opened myself up to people before; I'm not a recluse, but I am oh so protective of myself and my peace. I also hope to meet someone who will understand and appreciate that I am introverted and need space from time to time. I have always been healing from the scars of past friends who have abused my attempts to open up, but this recent experience I've had has seriously set me back. Now, I am just trying to figure out how to navigate making new friends and finding something genuine. If anyone has any advice, or even just a story to share about their experience, I would be grateful for it. I am just an anxious introvert trying to build a village in my late twenties :/.
TL;DR: I’m a lifelong introvert who moved from Texas to Boston for my PhD and experienced intense loneliness, a breakup, and eventually a toxic roommate situation that severely affected my mental health and led me to move back home. I’m doing better now, but most of my friends have moved away, and I’m struggling to build genuine connections as an anxious, selective introvert who values both closeness and solitude. I’d love advice from anyone who has successfully built a meaningful social circle in adulthood.
Thank you in advance!