Thank you so much everybody. It means a lot to me to have everyone be so kind. A lot of people consider goth synonymous with ugly, and it's SUCH a relief to hear so many people who I respect and admire say nice things about my style choices. Believe it or not, the looks above are what I would consider an acceptably grown up version of goth for most things. Maybe not for a job interview, or to meet a foreign dignitary or something, but for a day-to-day thing, I now look back on these pictures and I think I looked fine.
I got it in my head that maybe black and red button-up shirts and velvet blazers were somehow on the same level as those enormous pants with all the straps on them, and the kind of makeup that makes a person resemble a rogue member of the KISS army. So I made changes accordingly. And now I wonder what on earth I was thinking. I didn't look like a big mess in the first place, so WHY did I change it? I just lost confidence in myself and tried to do all the "right" things, even though they weren't right for me personally. Now when I wear those "right" outfits, I know they look nice, but I feel uncomfortable in them. I know that usually you don't want to move backwards, but I think this is more like when you give up on your regular style as a result of illness or a bad life event, and then you need to get it back.
I'm just glad to have gotten this off my chest, and to have had such amazingly helpful and supportive answers from you all. It's frustrating to know that I basically forced myself to start all over again. If finding and polishing your style is a journey, I feel like the pictures I posted are definitely not an ending point, but they're a middle point which I backtracked from. So I'll try to get back on my path. And if I waver, I will ask you ladies to help.
and @ Beth Ann, I do have a ridiculously huge style file, and several amazing bloggers I follow too. I think that was maybe part of the problem. All I had pinned/bookmarked/saved were the most extreme looks. So I somehow thought that if I couldn't have 6 miles of teased purple hair and eyeliner up to my temples, I'd better just give up. Silly me neglected the middle road again.