I am in my late 40s, and have never been in a relationship. My theory as to why is that I've endured a low-level depression my whole life, coupled with the belief of needing to love yourself before you can love anyone else (which I have failed at). Additionally, there were few instances where I was able to attract anyone I had chemistry with (and when I did, I had this belief that I didn't "deserve" them), even when I was in my youth and most fit (and I'm decent looking in real life; by the unattainable DL "standards," I'm sure I'm "ugly"; no matter, it's not significant at this point). I've never had good sex (or much sex).
Throughout the years, I tried to tackle and learn to live with the depression (therapy, medications) whilst thriving, but never mastered the art of consistency. It has been a low-key rollercoaster where I have spells of weeks where I have a good diet/exercise/healthy outlook on life, and then next thing I know I'm spending my free time watching reruns of old TV shows for days on end, eating crappy food, and not even able to go on simple walks. The whole while, I still work. I have an okay full-time job (it can be stressful and the workplace is sometimes unnecessarily chaotic, but I work with good people and I am happy to be earning money). I'm always on time and willing to learn and grow (though my memory isn't the greatest and my critical thinking skills aren't always the best, so I feel my brain holds me back, if that makes sense). I wish I showed up for myself like I show up for my job. The last six years or so haven't been easy for me, but I should be proud of myself for moving to another country, going back to school, getting another degree, and starting a daunting new career. But, that low-level depression is never going to go away. I have friends, I go out from time to time, I travel. At times, I can be quite outgoing, but I keep to myself mostly by choice. I feel like survival mode is as high I can go as far as consistency.
I still masturbate. But, it's usually based on fantasies of guys who are in their 20s and 30s and unattainable in real-life. I'm tall, slender, and people often assume I'm a runner (which I used to be), but I'm in my late 40s, like I said (and look it IMO). I don't make an exorbitant amount of money, and I am not a homeowner, so I do not have any of those elements to "compensate" when it comes to attracting a partner. And, at the end of the day, if I had a partner, I would really just like someone around my age (though, it wouldn't surprise me if I took him for granted after a while, as it's easy to lose appreciation for something/someone you have gotten used to). When I think about these guys in my fantasies, or I see one of these guys in real-life, or I have to interact with these guys at work, my mind goes to a frustrating place of thinking they're "better" than me (when that's not necessarily the case), or I feel forlorn over the fact that I'm not young anymore, haven't sowed my wild oats, and still haven't figured myself out.
I know some of what is required to improve my life. I go through these cycles where I achieve at least the foundation for sound mental health (good diet, exercise, being more social). The issue is that I cannot sustain it. And I know that life is a series of cycles, but I cannot seem to recognise what triggers my upswings and downswings (and therapy has never helped in this matter).
If there was one thing I could change about myself it would be not having those thoughts I mentioned when in the company of someone I'm attracted to, or when I think of such a person. I don't care if I have sexual thoughts about other guys, I just don't want those thoughts to morph into a judgment on myself, you know? I just want to accept my age and body/looks. Does that make sense? Let the snark commence, and I doubt there is advice that can help, but I just need to vent. Can anyone relate? I just need to relate right now. Thank you for reading.