This is brave, honest, and deeply self-aware. What you’ve written captures a very human inner conflict—the longing for connection fighting against the reflex to protect yourself by withdrawing. You're not alone in this tension.
The push-pull you describe—reaching out and then pulling back—is something often seen in people who’ve been hurt, disappointed, or let down over and over. It becomes easier, even safer, to trust solitude over the unpredictable terrain of closeness. That “delusion of safety” you mention isn’t just poetic—it’s psychologically accurate. Isolation can start to feel like control. But it’s also a kind of slow emotional suffocation.
The line “I can’t let anyone in. I can’t remember why I stopped.” suggests the defenses are so old and deeply ingrained, they’ve become reflexes—part of a “you” that might not be your original self, but a version sculpted by years of unmet needs or betrayals. The pain that created this version of you is real. But so is the part of you still trying.
"But this isn't really me. Or is this me, now..." That’s a vital question. It’s also not one you need to rush to answer. Identities shift under pressure, but they don’t vanish. If you’re writing this, if you’re still trying to message people—even if inconsistently—it means the part of you that wants warmth, connection, and authenticity hasn’t been extinguished.
Here’s something to consider: Self-sabotage is often a form of self-protection in disguise. The fear of being disappointed again, of being seen and then rejected, or of needing someone who might not be there—it’s easier to pull the plug early and feel like you chose it. But then, of course, you're alone again, and that hurts too.
If you want to explore this deeper, here are a few angles:
What do you fear would happen if someone really did see the real you and stayed?
Are you afraid of your own neediness? Or of someone else's?
Is there a memory—not necessarily clear—of a time when opening up didn't go well, and that set the template?
You don’t have to fix this all at once. Just stay curious about it. And maybe keep writing like this. There’s a lot of clarity already in you—more than you might realize.
I feel this way too. I would love a romantic relationship and even friends again, but I truly feel unwhole and therefore not equal to others. I read in my book CBT For Dummies , that depression will say, Stay away from people, stay in bed, etc. but we have to do the opposite of what depression or the trauma etc says. So that means go out for a bit, or talk to someone or even just be near others to start. I liked that idea. Because it's not the true you, no. It's still tough because I know many are energy sucking, narcissist, etc. but if we put up boundaries, it's worth the try I think. I'm so tired of feeling isolated.
@ScreamingFox That's again the distorted voice speaking that you'll be eaten up... You will not be gone. One of my favorite quotes: "Nothing you have done, or has been done to you, could touch in the slightest, the radiant essence you are." Eckhart Tolle 🌹
When one goes through enough trauma and pain, they oftentimes start to go through life like this. Because it may feel like they just can’t withstand anymore psychological torment. To once again trust and have a wiling spirit is certainly within the realm of possibility but it’s a risky proposition and can be a tough and challenging road back.
It’s such a strange pain. Wanting people and pushing them away at the same time. I don’t even know when it started either. Just… thank you for putting it into words.
@ScreamingFox Trauma will cause one to feel and be miserable. I don't want you to think it's acceptable for you to be in this misery but know this: many are not as aware as you are. Very few are able or willing to be as open about it as you are.
I’ve been there and have done the same. It’s a defense mechanism for sure but one day you’ll get out of it. Can’t really pinpoint the solution, but lately I’ve been better at this.
I don't exactly invite people in. And I know that. I make it known I don't want to do mesaages unless it's someone I've already established a friendship with. Sometimes our walls are just there