"I just know I'm the only one in the world who feels this way!" Somehow, the feelings of guilt over your (real or imagined) failures, the confusion and fears that haunt you over decisions (big or small), the barely-controllable urges to run away or get drunk or high or just go wild, all conspire together to convince you that nobody else could possibly understand how you feel. Being with family or friends just makes things worse, doesn't it? Both their joys and their sorrows make you feel even more disconnected, separate, alone. Once again, you're the only one who could appreciate how you feel.
If you were to go even deeper and really notice what was going on, you'd discover that even you don't appreciate or accept what you're feeling. Either you try looking around at people who are 'worse off' than you, and that makes you feel like you're making a big deal out of nothing. Or, you start counting your blessings to remind youself just how fortunate you are (especially compared with those who are less fortunate than you); this just makes you feel like you're being ungrateful. So now, on top of feeling alone, you either feel guilty that your feelings are so strong, yet your problems are so small, or you feel ashamed that you feel so bad while you've got it so good. Once again, you're absolutely, positively the only one. You're terminally unique.














