Fantastic song I haven't heard in a very long time. I've been addicted to this the past couple days.
I've been wanting to share it here for a little while.
I'm sorry Femmeworth.
Mental Health |OT| Depression & Co.
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I've been wanting to share it here for a little while.
I'm sorry Femmeworth.
ibitegirls
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errm nvm. GOOd luck people
MisterLuffy
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Gamefreaks221
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I asked her if I was a bother whenever I talk to her. I never should have. She said no but she told me she is starting to talk to someone else and is explaining why we wouldn't work. My hope is dead. I dont want to go on anymore. Even my school has been struggling. She was the reason I went back and now I have no motivation. I dont know if I will last much longer.
Doc wasn't a fan of my Dulexetine/Cymbalta suggestion, said it's more sedating than Effexor... So Effexor it is. If that doesn't work then maybe a MAOI or reversible MAOI. We'll see. New meds make me anxious. No meds makes me anxious. Everything makes me anxious
Collete
Member
Thanks for liking the painting, lion.
Also my bird passed away yesterday and it's partner is going berserk yelling non stop. No matter how much I comfort her, she still think it's my fault...
Edit: also what's up with everyone's avatar done in doodles?
Even on days where I get lots of sleep and don't go to school/don't exert myself my brain gets all foggy and it becomes impossible to concentrate. *sigh*
I'm sorry to hear that. She doesn't think it's your fault! She's just distressed that the other bird isn't around anymore. I'm sure it's happened many times with my cousins' birds (budgies and finches), as well.
Also, it's Fake Pic February! Those of us who did Real Pic January and have no lives decided to continue along for another month, but with drawings of our real pics done by GAF user Tence. You don't need a Tence avatar to participate, though. Just post whatever you want, really. The thread is all randomness. It's also where Smiley got his tag from :lol.
I'm sorry to hear that. She doesn't think it's your fault! She's just distressed that the other bird isn't around anymore. I'm sure it's happened many times with my cousins' birds (budgies and finches), as well.
Also, it's Fake Pic February! Those of us who did Real Pic January and have no lives decided to continue along for another month, but with drawings of our real pics done by GAF user Tence. You don't need a Tence avatar to participate, though. Just post whatever you want, really. The thread is all randomness. It's also where Smiley got his tag from :lol.
It's no secret that I've been more train wrecky than usual lately. Just a lot on my mind, the pain level has been high (as always) and the depression has been off the charts. I finally just stopped getting out of bed and this didn't help because insomnia took hold. I'd just lay there for hours on end, trapped in my own personal hell. Each day felt like I was just checking it off the calendar. Survived this one! And this one! Without anything to look forward to, the calender with cute kittens scattered about its pages feels like a torture chamber.
Due to a combination of factors, everything came to a head this afternoon and I found myself at the office of my ADD doctor. I've known him since I was eight and he cares about me very much, to the point where I haven't been paying for the last several appointments (and before that, I'd always got a significant discount). His receptionists also love me and when I walked in, I must have looked like absolute hell because one of them immediately stood up, grabbed the tissues and gave me a hug. And then I broke down. I had already been crying before, both on a walk I took and then on the drive over so this wasn't anything particularly new but those were just building up to the main event.
She guided me to the waiting area, left the tissues and said that he'd see me after his patients were all finished. It was a completely unscheduled visit so he would be staying after his work hours out of the goodness of his heart. This took about an hour and I barely remember most of it. I just stared at the magazines on the table. Every so often, one of the receptionists would bring me over a glass of water and I'd chug it down.
To make a long story somewhat short, he said that he's never seen me this way before. He actually thought that my mom had died. He gave me a prescription for Prozac (my on and off again drug) but while he's optimistic that it'll at least help my mood, I know it's just a delaying measure. My entire life has been a delaying measure, checking off those days on the calendar. I'm happy that I've been able to matter to people and make a difference in their lives but without a purpose of my own, I'm on life-support. Trying to walk to the pharmacy with my aching hips just drove the point home.
I'm okay with who I am, more or less. I just wish that fate had chosen to be kinder.
Due to a combination of factors, everything came to a head this afternoon and I found myself at the office of my ADD doctor. I've known him since I was eight and he cares about me very much, to the point where I haven't been paying for the last several appointments (and before that, I'd always got a significant discount). His receptionists also love me and when I walked in, I must have looked like absolute hell because one of them immediately stood up, grabbed the tissues and gave me a hug. And then I broke down. I had already been crying before, both on a walk I took and then on the drive over so this wasn't anything particularly new but those were just building up to the main event.
She guided me to the waiting area, left the tissues and said that he'd see me after his patients were all finished. It was a completely unscheduled visit so he would be staying after his work hours out of the goodness of his heart. This took about an hour and I barely remember most of it. I just stared at the magazines on the table. Every so often, one of the receptionists would bring me over a glass of water and I'd chug it down.
To make a long story somewhat short, he said that he's never seen me this way before. He actually thought that my mom had died. He gave me a prescription for Prozac (my on and off again drug) but while he's optimistic that it'll at least help my mood, I know it's just a delaying measure. My entire life has been a delaying measure, checking off those days on the calendar. I'm happy that I've been able to matter to people and make a difference in their lives but without a purpose of my own, I'm on life-support. Trying to walk to the pharmacy with my aching hips just drove the point home.
I'm okay with who I am, more or less. I just wish that fate had chosen to be kinder.
Femmeworth
Banned
My relationship is definitely dead. I feel like shit, physically weakened. I have a paper due tomorrow, but I don't think I can muster the will right now.
smokeandmirrors
Banned
I think you'll feel worse if you don't do the paper, at least that's how I operate. Plus it might take your mind off things for a little while. Do a few jumping jacks to get the blood going (or go for a walk or something) to clear your head, jam to some awesome music and get crackin. That usually does the trick for me.
I finally got my hair cut after almost a year and a half. Lopped off a good 6inches or so and now it's all short like. It feels weird but I'm actually glad I did it. Something new and fresh to start off with and finally be proud of.
What's the point anymore? I can't hold on to "It gets better," because from what I've seen/experienced, it doesn't. I feel like it won't ever get better. I'm always in the minority when it comes to getting rare side effects from meds, so whose to say I'm not in the minority for the group of people who don't get better?
Is chat not working for anyone else?
IRC is working fine and Mumble is busy for once.
the mibbit page keeps crashing for me
Why not use a dedicated client like hexchat instead of the kinda-terrible mibbit?
Debasertron
Neo Member
I've been taking Setraline for a few months now, and before that I was on Prozac. I had to switch because the side effects became too much for me, but I'm not sure the new stuff is working quite as well. My question is: does anyone know about other anti-depressants that work, I'm on a 'larger' dosage, and I can't deal with the side effects of Prozac even if it worked well for me.
I quit smoking pot about a year ago and I'm trying to go back (because of tremendous boredom when I'm not working).
Of course my fiance woudl rather me not smoke, but since it's been a huge part of my life for the past 10+ years she says she doesn't care if I do it when the time's right (away from our house, in a safe place, and if I don't drive while stoned).
The problem is that the past couple times I have smoked I haven't been able to enjoy the high. All I can think about is my daughter and fiance and heavy feelings of guilt, and reeling thoughts about if my fiance will be mad at me when I get home, or not talk to me for the rest of the night.
I used to smoke to enjoy music more, laugh at stuff, and focus my attention on things (whether it be a video game, movie, or making mundane tasks fun to do), and I still get those effects to a certain degree but once my fiance/daughter pops in my head it's all over.
Basically, it's just taking a few hits of pot every now and then, but I feel like i'm committing murder every time I try to enjoy myself at my family/friends' houses.
My questions are how do you guys feel about this, and am I just growing up and being a good father, or is my fiance too overbearing about this (i was smoking weed before we even met each other, after all, and she used to do it with me.
Of course my fiance woudl rather me not smoke, but since it's been a huge part of my life for the past 10+ years she says she doesn't care if I do it when the time's right (away from our house, in a safe place, and if I don't drive while stoned).
The problem is that the past couple times I have smoked I haven't been able to enjoy the high. All I can think about is my daughter and fiance and heavy feelings of guilt, and reeling thoughts about if my fiance will be mad at me when I get home, or not talk to me for the rest of the night.
I used to smoke to enjoy music more, laugh at stuff, and focus my attention on things (whether it be a video game, movie, or making mundane tasks fun to do), and I still get those effects to a certain degree but once my fiance/daughter pops in my head it's all over.
Basically, it's just taking a few hits of pot every now and then, but I feel like i'm committing murder every time I try to enjoy myself at my family/friends' houses.
My questions are how do you guys feel about this, and am I just growing up and being a good father, or is my fiance too overbearing about this (i was smoking weed before we even met each other, after all, and she used to do it with me.
If it no longer makes you feel better, but worse, why not just quit? See it as something that used to bring you joy, but you've left it behind you. There is nothing wrong with not doing it. Maybe find a new hobby to fight the boredom or start doing sports?
Femmeworth
Banned
I take several medications throughout the day, so I feel your pain. It doesn't happen to me too often, though. Drink plenty of water with it and maybe eat something alkaline like applesauceAnyone here on Prozac ever suffer from heartburn/acid reflux or a similar pain after taking it? This happens to me quite often (not every time I take it, though) and it's really painful/bothersome.
-Plasma Reus-
Service guarantees member status
I have officially been diagnosed with depression and anxiety.
I am not going on medicines, I want to use CBT, at least in the beginning.
Just talking about the problem helps a lot, and I have been feeling better knowing there is help out there.
I am not going on medicines, I want to use CBT, at least in the beginning.
Just talking about the problem helps a lot, and I have been feeling better knowing there is help out there.
Haha I just mentioned yesterday that it says "you may open up effexor capsule and sprinkle them over applesauce then ingest them" in their official instructions and was confused by that. Guess it all kind of makes sense now if the applesauce helps with the stomach environment.
Femmeworth
Banned
Also that is to help people who have a hard time swallowing pills.
Yeah I got that, I was just confused why it said applesauce specifically of all things to take it with.
Help I finally figured it out. I have OCD (or something similar).
Cant believe I was so blind, I figured it out a few days ago. All my life, I sometimes think I might have this and that (deadly sicknesses, permanently crippled etc). or thinking about deaths of relatives. I once had anxiety because well I thought I like men (which was ridiculous). All my relation ships had these cancerous thoughts, "what if's, and bla bla" no matter how perfect the girl was. All those events are usually followed with cold shivers or feeling of dread, sleepless nights. Dunno why my brain is always thinking the rest case scenario for everything. It destroys my life, my social life, everything. This random mood swings because of my brain, I even stopped avoiding things that caused them in some cases. My mind just thinks it own things, completely irrational senseless, painful thoughts. Looking back I think the anxiety must had always been there to some extent and these thoughts must had been happening since for ever.
Oh well, stay strong I guess. First step to fighting it is realising that you do have a problem.
Cant believe I was so blind, I figured it out a few days ago. All my life, I sometimes think I might have this and that (deadly sicknesses, permanently crippled etc). or thinking about deaths of relatives. I once had anxiety because well I thought I like men (which was ridiculous). All my relation ships had these cancerous thoughts, "what if's, and bla bla" no matter how perfect the girl was. All those events are usually followed with cold shivers or feeling of dread, sleepless nights. Dunno why my brain is always thinking the rest case scenario for everything. It destroys my life, my social life, everything. This random mood swings because of my brain, I even stopped avoiding things that caused them in some cases. My mind just thinks it own things, completely irrational senseless, painful thoughts. Looking back I think the anxiety must had always been there to some extent and these thoughts must had been happening since for ever.
Oh well, stay strong I guess. First step to fighting it is realising that you do have a problem.
You mean like standing up after hours of gaming... and then your eyesight goes blank and you go dizzy? And sometimes even you cant hold yourself up?
Yeah makes me nauseous. My girlfriend hit the gas pretty heavy in my car she didn't realize how quick it would pick up, and I nearly passed out/maybe did pass out where the overwhelming pressure/dizziness in my head caused me to lose focus.
Yep, it's what I used to do when I had to take pills. Then I got started on hormones and suddenly had no problem with swallowing (most) pills.
That's something else though. That's your blood pressure dipping after a movement of position. I get it all the time, regardless of whether I'm on meds or not.
Of course if your meds lower your blood pressure this might get exacerbated.
BruiserBear
Banned
Yup. Sounds like you've got classic anxiety/OCD to me. Very similar to my experiences. You sound like you're well on your way to getting better too, because learning how anxiety works is IMO the biggest step to overcoming it. Once you know how it works, like a mechanic knows how a car engine works, it's nothing to be afraid of.
For me this book was the ultimate guide for figuring it all out, and years after getting this book anxiety is a minor part of my life.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/0451167228/?tag=neogaf0e-20
This CD is also an awesome companion to that book.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/1565119703/?tag=neogaf0e-20
I really need to figure out what I want, what fulfills me. Lately I've been giving it some serious thoughts, I know what I want etc, I'm mostly getting everything I want but at the same time I'm not happy, I can't find thing that make me be happy for whole day, not think about shit or feel bad, jesus it sucks, my therapist says its all about me pushing back emotions and not expressing them but I don't know.. Meh
walkmetothelake
Banned
This is really whiny but I just need to get it out somewhere even if it isn't read by anyone.
I think my social anxiety (i've never been officially diagnosed but I really don't know what else to use to describe my condition) has somehow started to get even worse than it has been. Tonight/last night I went to see a concert that I had been looking forward to for a few months and had a pretty miserable time.
I went by myself which sucks but in the past it hasn't been an issue. While waiting in line I felt pretty anxious but it was manageable. Once I got inside and into the pit section the concept of actually being alone in a crowded room really started to get to me. I felt horrible before the show began and between performances. Even during the performances I would occasionally think something along the lines of "I can't dance, people are probably laughing at me" or "I'm ruining the show because I'm taller than the people behind me and they can't see" throughout the show which didn't help at all.
There was a point or two where someone complimented my sweatshirt and even seemed to have wanted to start a conversation but it was like I was incapable of doing it. I really appreciated the fact that someone decided to talk to me and tried to carry the conversation but I ran out of things to say as usual and panicked. What should've been a great and needed opportunity to make a new friend was absolute terror instead.
I feel like I seem really unapproachable to people all the time and my actions don't help but it isn't intentional. I don't want people to think that I don't want to talk to them just because I don't know what to say or I start to look nervous/uncomfortable. It's just kind of hard to explain things to someone you've just met if that makes sense at all.
Things are starting to get to where the anxiety is ruining my most enjoyed things. I used to go to multiple concerts a month and now I am lucky to go to one every six months and I hardly enjoy them. It's just upsetting to see this happen. At my worst I'm sometimes hesitant to leave the house sometimes when I don't have any obligations. I always force myself to go do something when I feel like that though.
As I said this is pretty whiny and all over the place but I just want to get this ~out there as I don't really talk to anyone I know in real life about things like this. The past few times I did it didn't go very well. Things were starting to look up for me a bit as far as anxiety goes when I was working retail a lot because you were forced to put yourself out there more or less. I think I'll try to find another job of that kind until I can go to a doctor and get an actual official diagnosis and start working on this a bit more effectively.
I think my social anxiety (i've never been officially diagnosed but I really don't know what else to use to describe my condition) has somehow started to get even worse than it has been. Tonight/last night I went to see a concert that I had been looking forward to for a few months and had a pretty miserable time.
I went by myself which sucks but in the past it hasn't been an issue. While waiting in line I felt pretty anxious but it was manageable. Once I got inside and into the pit section the concept of actually being alone in a crowded room really started to get to me. I felt horrible before the show began and between performances. Even during the performances I would occasionally think something along the lines of "I can't dance, people are probably laughing at me" or "I'm ruining the show because I'm taller than the people behind me and they can't see" throughout the show which didn't help at all.
There was a point or two where someone complimented my sweatshirt and even seemed to have wanted to start a conversation but it was like I was incapable of doing it. I really appreciated the fact that someone decided to talk to me and tried to carry the conversation but I ran out of things to say as usual and panicked. What should've been a great and needed opportunity to make a new friend was absolute terror instead.
I feel like I seem really unapproachable to people all the time and my actions don't help but it isn't intentional. I don't want people to think that I don't want to talk to them just because I don't know what to say or I start to look nervous/uncomfortable. It's just kind of hard to explain things to someone you've just met if that makes sense at all.
Things are starting to get to where the anxiety is ruining my most enjoyed things. I used to go to multiple concerts a month and now I am lucky to go to one every six months and I hardly enjoy them. It's just upsetting to see this happen. At my worst I'm sometimes hesitant to leave the house sometimes when I don't have any obligations. I always force myself to go do something when I feel like that though.
As I said this is pretty whiny and all over the place but I just want to get this ~out there as I don't really talk to anyone I know in real life about things like this. The past few times I did it didn't go very well. Things were starting to look up for me a bit as far as anxiety goes when I was working retail a lot because you were forced to put yourself out there more or less. I think I'll try to find another job of that kind until I can go to a doctor and get an actual official diagnosis and start working on this a bit more effectively.
MisterLuffy
Member
Anywhere I go, I'm an idiot in terms of being unintelligent. When my instructor asks me a question that I know of the answer, I had difficult time putting the answer in my own words. I felt embarrassed and stupid. My speech are bad. I feel like when someone insults me with facts, I easily lose the will. I hate myself for that.
grap3fruitman
Banned
GAF, why isn't suicide an option? People seem to insist on that and I'm curious as to why they feel that way. It seems so dumb.
When I was on it I would get something similar, even if I would just turn my head around rapidly. It was like it happened in zaps or pictures, like parts were missing, like a movie with very few frames per second. A bit hard to explain, but maybe you understand what I mean.
Because suicide is the permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Necromanti
Member
It's usually a desperate act by someone who is being consumed by their mental illness, and is only made rational by the depressed mind. One's misery and pain can feel endless in that altered state of mind. Substitute, say, depression out for any physical illness or disease. One would want to do everything possible to try to treat the problem to become better rather than let someone succumb to a symptom.
I once saw no other way out from the "fog of despair" that I trudged through for years, but now that I'm on the other side, I can't ever imagine going back to such a dark state of mind, and am glad that I didn't manage to end my life prematurely. It would not have been worth it. (It's like throwing out the baby with the bathwater.)
The hardest step is fighting back when it feels like you're drowning, and giving yourself a chance by getting help. I let myself believe for the longest time that I didn't deserve getting help. Finding a therapist that works for you can also take a few attempts. (And some of them are just downright terrible.) It's not easy being honest right away with a stranger about something so personal. But with the right combination of therapy and maybe medication, things can change.
There are situations where I do consider it a valid option. Debilitating or terminal illness, for instance. But more often than not, it's the result of mental illness, which clouds the judgement of the person who is suicidal.
(And I'm not saying that mental illness can't reach a point where suicide becomes an option. But in all cases, physical or mental, you want to try every treatment available first because once you're dead, that's it.)
So...long post alert.
I'm fairly new to GAF and spend most of my time with my British compatriots on the wonderful BritGAF thread, but if you don't know me, hello.
I'm about to overshare so please brace yourselves (if you're reading this).
I'm a 32 y.o. woman with a really demanding career and a wonderful fiance. We've been together almost 11 years now.
My fiance has severe arthritis - I mean really bad - and the last two weeks have been tough. She can barely move and I've been helping her with everything. When she does move, she bursts into tears from the pain. I'm trying to support her the best I can, but it's really hard to see someone you love prevented from really doing much apart from lie around. She's going for a scan in a couple of weeks and after that they're going to try new medication, so we're hoping things'll get better. But, blimey, it's hard.
At the same time, I generally have terrible mental health. I first started having problems when I was in my teens with depression (apparently it's genetic - my dad is bipolar) and have been through allsorts since then. I've had some really good highs (my career, academics etc) and some really really low lows (long-term hospitalisation, suicide attempts, self-harm etc).
I've been on Citalopram since my last breakdown (when I was 25) but my doctor recommended I be taken off it now because I was outwardly quite cheerful - and I stopped taking them just after Christmas and my mood just utterly flatlined. I keep my mental health issues out of work - it's not that kind of environment - but in the last month it just got too much. I noticed I was becoming short-tempered, wanting to cry, wanting not to live anymore and so on. So...I left work last Wednesday and went back to the doctor, who has represcribed Citalopram.
I've been signed off work for this past week and am due to go back on Monday and I'm utterly terrified. I'm rubbish at lying but I hate talking about my issues (internet is much easier!) to work colleagues. I'm just really frightened of going back and the stressful environment again. I'm frightened I'm going to freak out after a day or two and make myself worse, but I feel like I also need to go back (despite my doctor saying she would sign me off a bit longer if I needed it). I don't really know why I am writing this out, but it's nice just to get it off my chest, I guess. I like my job and I'm thankful to have a good one, but sometimes I just feel so inadequate at it, like I'm the wrong type of person to do it (I'm fairly scatty & emotional and the job really needs you to be tough and objective). My feedback is good but I'm worried that over the long-term my mental health won't be able to take it. I just keep telling myself that I'm lucky to have such a job, but I can't help thinking I fooled myself into thinking I was the right kind of person to do it, and end up feeling like an impostor all of the time I'm there.
Anyway, thanks if you read this....and exhale.
I'm fairly new to GAF and spend most of my time with my British compatriots on the wonderful BritGAF thread, but if you don't know me, hello.
I'm about to overshare so please brace yourselves (if you're reading this).
I'm a 32 y.o. woman with a really demanding career and a wonderful fiance. We've been together almost 11 years now.
My fiance has severe arthritis - I mean really bad - and the last two weeks have been tough. She can barely move and I've been helping her with everything. When she does move, she bursts into tears from the pain. I'm trying to support her the best I can, but it's really hard to see someone you love prevented from really doing much apart from lie around. She's going for a scan in a couple of weeks and after that they're going to try new medication, so we're hoping things'll get better. But, blimey, it's hard.
At the same time, I generally have terrible mental health. I first started having problems when I was in my teens with depression (apparently it's genetic - my dad is bipolar) and have been through allsorts since then. I've had some really good highs (my career, academics etc) and some really really low lows (long-term hospitalisation, suicide attempts, self-harm etc).
I've been on Citalopram since my last breakdown (when I was 25) but my doctor recommended I be taken off it now because I was outwardly quite cheerful - and I stopped taking them just after Christmas and my mood just utterly flatlined. I keep my mental health issues out of work - it's not that kind of environment - but in the last month it just got too much. I noticed I was becoming short-tempered, wanting to cry, wanting not to live anymore and so on. So...I left work last Wednesday and went back to the doctor, who has represcribed Citalopram.
I've been signed off work for this past week and am due to go back on Monday and I'm utterly terrified. I'm rubbish at lying but I hate talking about my issues (internet is much easier!) to work colleagues. I'm just really frightened of going back and the stressful environment again. I'm frightened I'm going to freak out after a day or two and make myself worse, but I feel like I also need to go back (despite my doctor saying she would sign me off a bit longer if I needed it). I don't really know why I am writing this out, but it's nice just to get it off my chest, I guess. I like my job and I'm thankful to have a good one, but sometimes I just feel so inadequate at it, like I'm the wrong type of person to do it (I'm fairly scatty & emotional and the job really needs you to be tough and objective). My feedback is good but I'm worried that over the long-term my mental health won't be able to take it. I just keep telling myself that I'm lucky to have such a job, but I can't help thinking I fooled myself into thinking I was the right kind of person to do it, and end up feeling like an impostor all of the time I'm there.
Anyway, thanks if you read this....and exhale.
Cheers will look into those type of books. Its definitely would make me feel better then going to a psychologist .
Thanks for the advice. 9/10 times I just drink it with my morning coffee while I'm parched, so maybe I'll try with water now instead.
My brain knows deep down that it isn't the answer, but I still struggle with this as well. There's almost nothing I'd wish for more than to just end everything.
Femmeworth
Banned
For some people, accepting suicide would challenge their core beliefs. It's like a Christian not understanding the mindset of an atheist.
This is a crock.
Coffee is acidic so that wasn't helping.
ImpassionateGods
Member
So I may be starting the process of getting on medication. My psychologist told me she thinks it's "essential" and the only real issue is that we can't find a psychiatrist who accepts our insurance. What I'm worried about, however, is if this isn't the right environment to take medication. If I'm not "depressed enough", I guess. I still have the absolute lack of self confidence and fear of doing anything that requires me to risk failure. I took a semester off from college because I was falling apart, but now on a good day in my house, I'm pretty much at peace. If I'm not in a constant state of absolute misery and if I can have a day that's 100% good, should I hold off on medication? What would it do to my state of mind if I didn't need it in the first place?
Also do most pills make you nauseous because I cannot even have anyone speak about vomiting around me in case that somehow gets me sick. I could probably deal with any side effects besides nausea/vomiting.
Also do most pills make you nauseous because I cannot even have anyone speak about vomiting around me in case that somehow gets me sick. I could probably deal with any side effects besides nausea/vomiting.
Femmeworth
Banned
In my experience, don't hold off on medication. There's more to depression than feeling bad 100% of the time.
It varies depending on the person. A medicine has never made me feel nausea, for example.
Does anyone else struggle with staying motivated? I feel like I create tons of goals and plans for how to improve my life and make myself happier, but I always end up giving up. It's so frustrating and I feel so stuck. I keep trying to analyze why I'm like this, but the best I can ever come up with is "You're a lazy twit."
How do you all deal with a lack of willpower?
How do you all deal with a lack of willpower?
eddfromtheriver
Banned
CROSS POST:
This past year was very difficult, and what little has gone by of this one isn't looking much better.
You'll see, on November of 2012 i felt the urge to go to the RR, but since i was at the gym i decided to wait until i was done and got home (i had a history of doing this pretty often), well... since i was "holding it" the urge suddenly "POOF" disappeared, afterwards i couldn't "go" for about two weeks, after that i could defecate... but only a very small amount.
And the whole year of 2013 went by like that. On some days i can have semi-regular defecation, but i went to get X-rays and my intestines are all packed (gross i know), but none of that had any effects on my eating habits.
Cue in the last few days of December, on a Sunday morning i had two quesadillas for breakfast, afterwards i didn't feel hungry for the remainder of the day, it was night time and there i was feeling the food in my throat. And it's been like that for the whole month of Jan/Feb. I can not eat, even if i drink liquids i feel bloated and full for hours. I cannot get a lot of calories in (even by trying smaller more frequent meals) because the food just stays there.
I have gone to the doctor, but he says that the compacted feces will go away with "fiber and lots of water", well... since my stomach is pretty much full i worry that it might not be enough. So i got NulyTely, and i was planning on using it tomorrow, however reading the warnings it says that it shouldn't be used by people with gastric retention or colitis, and i might have both those things, so i'm gonna hold up on that... unfortunately.
For the eating/drinking problem, the doctors think that i might have "Acalasia" which is a problem with the esophagus, and i'm gonna have tests and x-rays taken to see if that's the actual problem. Meanwhile i can barely eat and i feel very weak and tired.
The other day i felt pain on my leg (fell asleep watching a movie and had my legs in a bad position) after waking up on the couch, and i hoped that it was a blood cloth that could travel up and end me in my sleep. But it wasn't, if it wasn't because i love my family, and i don't want them to suffer, and the fact that the bible says that suicide is a sure way to go to hell. I would've offed myself already. But here i am... trying to persevere... and not cry as frequently in my hopelessness, i believe in God, i know he can heal me if he wants to... but the fact that i don't know what his final decision will be has me feeling down.
I just ask of him to give me the strength to endure whatever lies up ahead.
Thanks to anyone who actually read trough the entirety of my post.
This past year was very difficult, and what little has gone by of this one isn't looking much better.
You'll see, on November of 2012 i felt the urge to go to the RR, but since i was at the gym i decided to wait until i was done and got home (i had a history of doing this pretty often), well... since i was "holding it" the urge suddenly "POOF" disappeared, afterwards i couldn't "go" for about two weeks, after that i could defecate... but only a very small amount.
And the whole year of 2013 went by like that. On some days i can have semi-regular defecation, but i went to get X-rays and my intestines are all packed (gross i know), but none of that had any effects on my eating habits.
Cue in the last few days of December, on a Sunday morning i had two quesadillas for breakfast, afterwards i didn't feel hungry for the remainder of the day, it was night time and there i was feeling the food in my throat. And it's been like that for the whole month of Jan/Feb. I can not eat, even if i drink liquids i feel bloated and full for hours. I cannot get a lot of calories in (even by trying smaller more frequent meals) because the food just stays there.
I have gone to the doctor, but he says that the compacted feces will go away with "fiber and lots of water", well... since my stomach is pretty much full i worry that it might not be enough. So i got NulyTely, and i was planning on using it tomorrow, however reading the warnings it says that it shouldn't be used by people with gastric retention or colitis, and i might have both those things, so i'm gonna hold up on that... unfortunately.
For the eating/drinking problem, the doctors think that i might have "Acalasia" which is a problem with the esophagus, and i'm gonna have tests and x-rays taken to see if that's the actual problem. Meanwhile i can barely eat and i feel very weak and tired.
The other day i felt pain on my leg (fell asleep watching a movie and had my legs in a bad position) after waking up on the couch, and i hoped that it was a blood cloth that could travel up and end me in my sleep. But it wasn't, if it wasn't because i love my family, and i don't want them to suffer, and the fact that the bible says that suicide is a sure way to go to hell. I would've offed myself already. But here i am... trying to persevere... and not cry as frequently in my hopelessness, i believe in God, i know he can heal me if he wants to... but the fact that i don't know what his final decision will be has me feeling down.
I just ask of him to give me the strength to endure whatever lies up ahead.
Thanks to anyone who actually read trough the entirety of my post.
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