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What has been the group's experience with pills for depression?

I've been feeling extra down, almost close to falling back in depression again. CBT/Mindfulness has helped at times but it's been rough.

I've seen a therapist who can't prescribe medication to avoid any medicinal abuse, but I wanted to get some feedback before changing doctors.
 
What has been the group's experience with pills for depression?

I've been feeling extra down, almost close to falling back in depression again. CBT/Mindfulness has helped at times but it's been rough.

I've seen a therapist who can't prescribe medication to avoid any medicinal abuse, but I wanted to get some feedback before changing doctors.

From what my friends say it's not perfect but it helps level out your moods. Some have annoying side effects and don't always effect people so you have to find one that works for you. They don't work for all but most people I know saw improvement from it. What do you mean about medicinal abuse? You have a history of abusing or?
 
From what my friends say it's not perfect but it helps level out your moods. Some have annoying side effects and don't always effect people so you have to find one that works for you. They don't work for all but most people I know saw improvement from it. What do you mean about medicinal abuse? You have a history of abusing or?

Backing this up. It can take a while before you find the right dose/stuff but it eventually does help a lot to get you level. Which in turn helps with breaking the cycle.
 
From what my friends say it's not perfect but it helps level out your moods. Some have annoying side effects and don't always effect people so you have to find one that works for you. They don't work for all but most people I know saw improvement from it. What do you mean about medicinal abuse? You have a history of abusing or?

I've read and heard stories of abuse regarding mood altering medicine.

I had minor surgery and had to take painkillers for a month or so, and those things made me feel so goofy and good. I can see how easy it could be to abuse pills.
 
I've read and heard stories of abuse regarding mood altering medicine.

I had minor surgery and had to take painkillers for a month or so, and those things made me feel so goofy and good. I can see how easy it could be to abuse pills.

What are you considering mood altering medicine? It's not the same as people being addicted to painkillers. Maybe I'm just ignorant but I've never heard of people "abusing" anti-depressants. They pretty much change how your brain works depending on the type so that's why you have to wait a couple weeks for them to kick in when taking them and have to wean off of them.
 
Wow ain't that the truth, it's not even that I dislike those people. It just hard to explain why I feel that way.

I'm trying to dislike them in hopes that it'll help me move on and forget... Doesn't work. I don't know why my brain won't let go.

Same, I don't think there's an easy way to explain it either.

I wish there was. Maybe then a lot of us wouldn't suffer so much.
 
My anxiety is making me shake so much right now and I feel like I'm going to be sick

Hey, how are you? Need to talk? Quite a few of us are in IRC at the moment.

Also, I want to personally apologize for not getting your resume finished. I have had a lot of things happen at once, and work 7 days a week currently, plus school part-time and just can't give too much of myself or I won't accomplish what I need to.

Feel free to PM me anytime. :3
 
I'm trying to dislike them in hopes that it'll help me move on and forget... Doesn't work. I don't know why my brain won't let go.



I wish there was. Maybe then a lot of us wouldn't suffer so much.

I know how you feel. With me it's both my best friends, and I can't do anything about it. The only fast solution would be to move away(and I've seriously thought about making a fresh start) but I can't abandon my friends, both for my sake and theirs. I keep thinking I'm in love with my female best friend since she's on my mind constantly but it doesn't make sense when I add everything up. Trying to analyze it messes me up even more which is awful since I love to analyze everything, but it's your worst enemy when battling against anxiety.
 
I've read and heard stories of abuse regarding mood altering medicine.

I had minor surgery and had to take painkillers for a month or so, and those things made me feel so goofy and good. I can see how easy it could be to abuse pills.

Painkillers are VERY different than antidepressants. Painkillers act IMMEDIATELY and DIRECTLY on receptors in your brain that mediate pain and PLEASURE.

Antidepressants work OVER TIME, and INDIRECTLY (it's not entirely understood for most ADs, actually) to normalize systems in the brain that regulate mood. They don't really make you feel good (certainly not EUPHORIC), it's more that they allow some of us to feel normal. I found a drug that works great for me. I feel "good" only insofar as I finally feel like myself again, and my natural mood is kinda silly and upbeat. I've had morphine and it's NOTHING like that. That was INCREDIBLE. I had broken my back and I could not give less of a fuck. I felt great! This is just...me. Which I actually prefer, all things considered.

Painkillers have very high abuse potential; antidepressants have essentially ZERO abuse potential. I'm sure there is SOMEONE out there trying it, but they simply do not make you feel "good" like a narcotic will. In fact, you usually get side effects right away, whereas the therapeutic effects come along later. With narcotics, it's the opposite - you feel great right away, and it's only later that you start experiencing the downsides.

The sort of in-between case are the benzodiazepines (Xanax, Valium, etc), used for anxiety. They work very fast and have a mechanism that is very closely related to how alcohol acts on the brain (they potentiate GABA receptors). They are great medications for stopping a panic attack, but the effects are quite pleasurable, so they are also potentially addictive. In the US, it's the opiates and opioids - painkillers - that are most widely abused. Worldwide, it's benzos. It's probably mainly an issue of availability - the US uses more narcotic medications than anybody.

The other thing to note that abuse becomes an issue when you use a medication incorrectly. Taking painkillers for post-surgical pain is entirely appropriate. Taking a benzo for a panic attack is entirely appropriate. Taking the same meds to get high is what leads to issues. You need to be careful with all meds, but you can't be so scared that you don't take things that your body needs/that will really help you.

I hope that helped. The decision to try medications is difficult for everyone. Even trying a new med is scary. It scares me, and I've had ten years of different medications. I'm so happy that this one works so well, and aside from the dietary restrictions, seems pretty side effect free. Still, I take a very old drug and, if you're not careful about what you eat and what other medications you take, you can have a stroke and die. So...a bit scary! Most people do fine with newer, much safer drugs. There are pros and cons to any treatment and you have to weigh those in your mind, but antidepressant abuse is not something that requires much more thought.
 
OK, this is something I've never mentioned on here purely because of how utterly shit it makes me feel. It's like, if there's one thing you could point out about me and make fun of, it would be this. But I feel like I need to bring it up so you can get some context on why I'm posting tonight otherwise this would just be another meaningless rant. I suffer from a condition called trichotillomania - or trich for short. It's a condition where the sufferer literally tears their hair out. I've suffered from it for about five years now and the results of it are noticeable, especially from behind. I hate myself for it but it's not something that can be helped. There is no cure for it. There are methods, of course, to try and help you refrain from pulling but it's not always guaranteed to work.

Anyway, I was out tonight and, honestly, I was feeling pretty confident. I looked fine in regards to my clothes, my beard was 'on point' and I just felt good. Until I got to the bar we went to. I had a few drinks, went to talk to a couple of girls at the bar and the first thing they notice? The hair. Typical, it's always the fucking hair. Cue the comments of what an 'old pervert' like me is doing talking to them. Please note, this was in a bar, they were over the age of eighteen and I'm twenty-five - nothing perverted going on at all. But they automatically assumed I was way older than I actually am and gave me the usual 'Ew' look I get, before going off to join their friends who then proceeded to point and laugh.

I felt shit but tried shrugging it off and went to join my friends in the booth but they'd all gone off to do their own shit. I sat down, beer in hand. Two guys approached me, sat down and started hassling me about what I was doing 'perving' on the girls. I told them to bore off and just leave me be. They persisted, shoving me a little, making comments about what an 'old pathetic' guy I was. I told them my age and, fuck, I just knew shit was going to go down. They went back, laughing, and the whole group just descended on me and, ugh, it's like high school all over again. I finished my drink, walked out and now I'm back home and I'm honestly so close to just relapsing. Urgh, I can't do it, I've had enough of this shit and the comments people make. Fuck this.
 
What are you considering mood altering medicine? It's not the same as people being addicted to painkillers. Maybe I'm just ignorant but I've never heard of people "abusing" anti-depressants. They pretty much change how your brain works depending on the type so that's why you have to wait a couple weeks for them to kick in when taking them and have to wean off of them.

I don't fully understand the science, hence why I asked about the drugs.

Painkillers are VERY different than antidepressants. Painkillers act IMMEDIATELY and DIRECTLY on receptors in your brain that mediate pain and PLEASURE.

Antidepressants work OVER TIME, and INDIRECTLY (it's not entirely understood for most ADs, actually) to normalize systems in the brain that regulate mood. They don't really make you feel good (certainly not EUPHORIC), it's more that they allow some of us to feel normal. I found a drug that works great for me. I feel "good" only insofar as I finally feel like myself again, and my natural mood is kinda silly and upbeat. I've had morphine and it's NOTHING like that. That was INCREDIBLE. I had broken my back and I could not give less of a fuck. I felt great! This is just...me. Which I actually prefer, all things considered.

Painkillers have very high abuse potential; antidepressants have essentially ZERO abuse potential. I'm sure there is SOMEONE out there trying it, but they simply do not make you feel "good" like a narcotic will. In fact, you usually get side effects right away, whereas the therapeutic effects come along later. With narcotics, it's the opposite - you feel great right away, and it's only later that you start experiencing the downsides.

The sort of in-between case are the benzodiazepines (Xanax, Valium, etc), used for anxiety. They work very fast and have a mechanism that is very closely related to how alcohol acts on the brain (they potentiate GABA receptors). They are great medications for stopping a panic attack, but the effects are quite pleasurable, so they are also potentially addictive. In the US, it's the opiates and opioids - painkillers - that are most widely abused. Worldwide, it's benzos. It's probably mainly an issue of availability - the US uses more narcotic medications than anybody.

The other thing to note that abuse becomes an issue when you use a medication incorrectly. Taking painkillers for post-surgical pain is entirely appropriate. Taking a benzo for a panic attack is entirely appropriate. Taking the same meds to get high is what leads to issues. You need to be careful with all meds, but you can't be so scared that you don't take things that your body needs/that will really help you.

I hope that helped. The decision to try medications is difficult for everyone. Even trying a new med is scary. It scares me, and I've had ten years of different medications. I'm so happy that this one works so well, and aside from the dietary restrictions, seems pretty side effect free. Still, I take a very old drug and, if you're not careful about what you eat and what other medications you take, you can have a stroke and die. So...a bit scary! Most people do fine with newer, much safer drugs. There are pros and cons to any treatment and you have to weigh those in your mind, but antidepressant abuse is not something that requires much more thought.

Your post has certainly been very helpful. I guess it's anxiety with taking something that I've never tried that's preventing me.
 
OK, this is something I've never mentioned on here purely because of how utterly shit it makes me feel. It's like, if there's one thing you could point out about me and make fun of, it would be this. But I feel like I need to bring it up so you can get some context on why I'm posting tonight otherwise this would just be another meaningless rant. I suffer from a condition called trichotillomania - or trich for short. It's a condition where the sufferer literally tears their hair out. I've suffered from it for about five years now and the results of it are noticeable, especially from behind. I hate myself for it but it's not something that can be helped. There is no cure for it. There are methods, of course, to try and help you refrain from pulling but it's not always guaranteed to work.

Anyway, I was out tonight and, honestly, I was feeling pretty confident. I looked fine in regards to my clothes, my beard was 'on point' and I just felt good. Until I got to the bar we went to. I had a few drinks, went to talk to a couple of girls at the bar and the first thing they notice? The hair. Typical, it's always the fucking hair. Cue the comments of what an 'old pervert' like me is doing talking to them. Please note, this was in a bar, they were over the age of eighteen and I'm twenty-five - nothing perverted going on at all. But they automatically assumed I was way older than I actually am and gave me the usual 'Ew' look I get, before going off to join their friends who then proceeded to point and laugh.

I felt shit but tried shrugging it off and went to join my friends in the booth but they'd all gone off to do their own shit. I sat down, beer in hand. Two guys approached me, sat down and started hassling me about what I was doing 'perving' on the girls. I told them to bore off and just leave me be. They persisted, shoving me a little, making comments about what an 'old pathetic' guy I was. I told them my age and, fuck, I just knew shit was going to go down. They went back, laughing, and the whole group just descended on me and, ugh, it's like high school all over again. I finished my drink, walked out and now I'm back home and I'm honestly so close to just relapsing. Urgh, I can't do it, I've had enough of this shit and the comments people make. Fuck this.

Damn, reading this hurt me. Have you ever considered saying fuck it and going bald?
 
OK, this is something I've never mentioned on here purely because of how utterly shit it makes me feel. It's like, if there's one thing you could point out about me and make fun of, it would be this. But I feel like I need to bring it up so you can get some context on why I'm posting tonight otherwise this would just be another meaningless rant. I suffer from a condition called trichotillomania - or trich for short. It's a condition where the sufferer literally tears their hair out. I've suffered from it for about five years now and the results of it are noticeable, especially from behind. I hate myself for it but it's not something that can be helped. There is no cure for it. There are methods, of course, to try and help you refrain from pulling but it's not always guaranteed to work.

Anyway, I was out tonight and, honestly, I was feeling pretty confident. I looked fine in regards to my clothes, my beard was 'on point' and I just felt good. Until I got to the bar we went to. I had a few drinks, went to talk to a couple of girls at the bar and the first thing they notice? The hair. Typical, it's always the fucking hair. Cue the comments of what an 'old pervert' like me is doing talking to them. Please note, this was in a bar, they were over the age of eighteen and I'm twenty-five - nothing perverted going on at all. But they automatically assumed I was way older than I actually am and gave me the usual 'Ew' look I get, before going off to join their friends who then proceeded to point and laugh.

I felt shit but tried shrugging it off and went to join my friends in the booth but they'd all gone off to do their own shit. I sat down, beer in hand. Two guys approached me, sat down and started hassling me about what I was doing 'perving' on the girls. I told them to bore off and just leave me be. They persisted, shoving me a little, making comments about what an 'old pathetic' guy I was. I told them my age and, fuck, I just knew shit was going to go down. They went back, laughing, and the whole group just descended on me and, ugh, it's like high school all over again. I finished my drink, walked out and now I'm back home and I'm honestly so close to just relapsing. Urgh, I can't do it, I've had enough of this shit and the comments people make. Fuck this.
Fuck those bitches.

Anyway I....think I suffer the same thing. I started doing it 5 or 6, maybe 7 years ago. Only thing is I've never touched a hair on my head, it's always hairs on my cheeks or around my shoulders, sometimes my upper arms. I'll sometimes use tweezers (which I try to keep out of my apartment because it encourages the habit) since it makes it easier and there's less irritation to the skin than if I try pulling them out with my fingernails. The skin on my shoulders has looked kind of fucked up because of this for the past several years now. Sounds so fucking weird when I describe it but there it is. My entire life I've been a "picker", when I was really little I love squeezing the glue out of elmers glue bottles and waiting for it to dry around the nozzle so I could peel it off. I remember always picking at the paint that was peeling off the chained link fences around my schools. I went through periods where I had a bad problem picking at scabs (which there were always plenty of when I had an acne problem). I think the hair-pulling satisfies the same craving, like an itch I have to scratch. I really want to stop it because my shoulders look like shit from it. What the fuck is wrong with me.

Oh yeah, and Oliva Munn suffers from it. Maybe me and her can hook up and pick at each other's hairs.
 
Serious question: Should I tell me boss/potential graduate school supervisor (same person) about my condition? Since it sometimes does noticeably interfere with my day-to-day work habit... And just generally. :/
 
I haven't posted here before, so hello. I'm dealing with depression, anxiety, and OCD. I've been trying to just treat my anxiety with counseling and that has helped a lot, but my OCD has gotten horrible so I'm going into a psychiatrist to talk about the possibility of medication in a couple of days...I have a (probably irrational) fear of a lot of mental health medication, but this stuff can sometimes be helpful right?
 
I haven't posted here before, so hello. I'm dealing with depression, anxiety, and OCD. I've been trying to just treat my anxiety with counseling and that has helped a lot, but my OCD has gotten horrible so I'm going into a psychiatrist to talk about the possibility of medication in a couple of days...I have a (probably irrational) fear of a lot of mental health medication, but this stuff can sometimes be helpful right?

Absolutely. I had two major depressive episodes in college and I was able to stick with school instead of dropping out thanks to a great psychiatrist and therapist. It was sometimes a battle to find the right combination of medicine/dosage, but I was able to start turning my life around.

I do recommend a combination of therapy and medicine, though, but it seems like you're already doing that. :)

Also, you can talk about your fears of medicine with the psychiatrist. It's pretty common and he/she should hopefully be able to alleviate some of your fears.

If you have any questions or want to talk more about it, feel free to PM me.
 
I went to a psychiatric hospital about nearly a year ago (damn...been that long)...I don't think it helped me since I stayed there for a week and the experience was agonizing...Don't really want to get into it, but it was a pain in the ass to get out of that place.
Talk to your mother more about this. Go through your options before sending her to a hospital. If you and your sister are close, talk to her personally.
Edit: that said, don't take my knowledge 100%. I don't know your situation fully. I'm just speaking from my experience.


I emailed her...hoping for the best.

I would like too know more about this type of institution too because I am deathly afraid that i could end up in one. I have been avoiding psych help for over 2 years now despite knowing that i have some issues. The school counselor said that I seem depressed and should seek help. I don't always feel down but I cant seem to care about anything anymore and I am struggling to finish school because of it . I did stuffer a extended period of sadness but I thought that if I grin and bared it I could manage . Instead all i did was make myself less empathic to others and more apathetic.I don't have any friends and i don't feel comfortable talking to my family about these issues . In fact the biggest reason why i don't seek help is because I don't want my family to know. I often just want to seclude myself and just be left alone .
 
Serious question: Should I tell me boss/potential graduate school supervisor (same person) about my condition? Since it sometimes does noticeably interfere with my day-to-day work habit... And just generally. :/
I would keep it on a need to no basis. Just say you're not feeling well or have a chronic illness.
 
OK, this is something I've never mentioned on here purely because of how utterly shit it makes me feel. It's like, if there's one thing you could point out about me and make fun of, it would be this. But I feel like I need to bring it up so you can get some context on why I'm posting tonight otherwise this would just be another meaningless rant. I suffer from a condition called trichotillomania - or trich for short. It's a condition where the sufferer literally tears their hair out. I've suffered from it for about five years now and the results of it are noticeable, especially from behind. I hate myself for it but it's not something that can be helped. There is no cure for it. There are methods, of course, to try and help you refrain from pulling but it's not always guaranteed to work.

Anyway, I was out tonight and, honestly, I was feeling pretty confident. I looked fine in regards to my clothes, my beard was 'on point' and I just felt good. Until I got to the bar we went to. I had a few drinks, went to talk to a couple of girls at the bar and the first thing they notice? The hair. Typical, it's always the fucking hair. Cue the comments of what an 'old pervert' like me is doing talking to them. Please note, this was in a bar, they were over the age of eighteen and I'm twenty-five - nothing perverted going on at all. But they automatically assumed I was way older than I actually am and gave me the usual 'Ew' look I get, before going off to join their friends who then proceeded to point and laugh.

I felt shit but tried shrugging it off and went to join my friends in the booth but they'd all gone off to do their own shit. I sat down, beer in hand. Two guys approached me, sat down and started hassling me about what I was doing 'perving' on the girls. I told them to bore off and just leave me be. They persisted, shoving me a little, making comments about what an 'old pathetic' guy I was. I told them my age and, fuck, I just knew shit was going to go down. They went back, laughing, and the whole group just descended on me and, ugh, it's like high school all over again. I finished my drink, walked out and now I'm back home and I'm honestly so close to just relapsing. Urgh, I can't do it, I've had enough of this shit and the comments people make. Fuck this.
My aunt has this. I have never seen her without a wig. Would you ever consider one?
 
I would like too know more about this type of institution too because I am deathly afraid that i could end up in one.

I spent a week on an inpatient unit several years back. Collete and I traded our stories way back when. We had very different experiences. To shorten one of my longest posts ever (which is saying something!), I had a very positive experience.

I think a very important thing to note is that you have to be very sick to end up in inpatient care these days. If you go to get medical help and you're not in complete crisis, the first step is not going to be to admit you to the hospital.

I know it's scary to go get help, or just to admit that you might need help, but there's just no reason to go on suffering when there is help out there. I don't know your family; I can't help you there. I was scared to tell my family that I thought I needed to see a doctor. This is despite the fact that they have always been extremely supportive and almost every member of my extended family suffers from depression.

I can only hope that your family would be supportive if you told them you wanted to go get more help. The fact of the matter is they probably already know you're depressed. We all think we hide it way better than we do. What they think you should do about it is another matter. We can talk more about that if you'd like.

If you're in school, you can usually get mental health help through your school, without involving your family at all.

If you're at the point where you're in this thread, saying you need help, and you've obviously already said it to yourself, I'd say it's time to go talk to somebody. There's no reason to go on suffering when there are ways to get better.

There are plenty of people to talk to in this thread, including me, if you want to talk via PM or continue posting in the thread.
 
My mom died Sunday unexpectedly. I've been a mess since.

I feel like taking this bottle of Vicodin and Ambient and joining her. But I know I can't

It's so hard. My life sucks more than ever without her.

Worst pain ever. Tears all over my crappy tablet...
 
anyone ever get the feeling that everyone close to you is just kinda sliding away from you? it sucks. feeling kinda down and feel like i've got no one to go to.

blah.
 
anyone ever get the feeling that everyone close to you is just kinda sliding away from you? it sucks. feeling kinda down and feel like i've got no one to go to.

blah.

Yes, plenty of times. How open are you with them? Can you talk to them about it or do you think that would make it worse? It sucks because it's such a much insecurity and at least for me it leads to self destructive behavior where if they were sliding away from you, they definitely are now. It's seriously one of the worst things I deal with and I unfortunately still suck at it. Anything in particular you want to talk about? As long as it's not the ass kicking the blackhawks gave the pens the other night, I think I'm ok with it.
 
I hold stuff back from the few people I have in my life because I'm afraid of their reaction. Thereby probably pushing them away anyway. lose-lose.
 

but you're a canucks fan. :(

Yes, plenty of times. How open are you with them? Can you talk to them about it or do you think that would make it worse? It sucks because it's such a much insecurity and at least for me it leads to self destructive behavior where if they were sliding away from you, they definitely are now. It's seriously one of the worst things I deal with and I unfortunately still suck at it. Anything in particular you want to talk about? As long as it's not the ass kicking the blackhawks gave the pens the other night, I think I'm ok with it.

some of them i'm plenty open with. I just feel like I've fucked up a couple of them in the past couple of months to where I can't go to them right now

I'm not even sure why I feel like shit tonight, honestly. just blah. though that was a nice distraction last night with the game, lol
 
but you're a canucks fan. :(



some of them i'm plenty open with. I just feel like I've fucked up a couple of them in the past couple of months to where I can't go to them right now

I'm not even sure why I feel like shit tonight, honestly. just blah. though that was a nice distraction last night with the game, lol

Yeah, I have those same feelings all too often. :/ And thanks for bringing up the thing I didn't want to talk about. >:(

:P
 
Yes, plenty of times. How open are you with them? Can you talk to them about it or do you think that would make it worse? It sucks because it's such a much insecurity and at least for me it leads to self destructive behavior where if they were sliding away from you, they definitely are now. It's seriously one of the worst things I deal with and I unfortunately still suck at it.

This tends to be my cycle as well, where the attempts to fix what I perceive to be people drifting away actually make it happen. I'm really starting to believe I'd be better off alone because I'm very damaging to the people who care about me and to myself.
 
This tends to be my cycle as well, where the attempts to fix what I perceive to be people drifting away actually make it happen. I'm really starting to believe I'd be better off alone.

exactly. feel like they are, say something, they then proceed to actually do so. shit sucks.
 
How do I come to terms with having a problem? How do I start accepting it for what it is so I can get better? What's the line between being healthy and just lazy/sad and being too anxious and depressed to live a normal life?

It took me forever to go seek help and I'm still struggling with understanding what's going on.

The self-loathing is strong.
 
My mom died Sunday unexpectedly. I've been a mess since.

I feel like taking this bottle of Vicodin and Ambient and joining her. But I know I can't

It's so hard. My life sucks more than ever without her.

Worst pain ever. Tears all over my crappy tablet...

My condolences Ronabo. Take time to grieve and even though it's easier said than done, try to relax.
 
I feel like this is my issue. I always feel as though it's the case even when it isn't. Dunno why though.
I don't know your friends, so I can't say anything for sure, but I've been constantly feeling like my friends don't give a shit about what I feel or what happens to me. They keep assuring me that they're here for me and they're going to help me in every way possible.

This doesn't stop my mind from convincing me that I'm not worth the time and nobody thinks I'm worth the time or effort to stay friends with. Every day I go from hating my friends to loving my friends and vice versa because I'm so mentally unstable.

If you need to be alone, your friends should understand that. If they are truly good friends they won't insist you hang out constantly or whatever. I truly believe that the friends that are worth having will stick around no matter what happens.

Now I say this while having those thoughts again that my friends don't give a shit about me. It's not true but I can't convince myself that it's not.
 
My mom died Sunday unexpectedly. I've been a mess since.

I feel like taking this bottle of Vicodin and Ambient and joining her. But I know I can't

It's so hard. My life sucks more than ever without her.

Worst pain ever. Tears all over my crappy tablet...
I'm sorry for your loss. Remember you have us for support alongside everyone else you have.
How do I come to terms with having a problem? How do I start accepting it for what it is so I can get better? What's the line between being healthy and just lazy/sad and being too anxious and depressed to live a normal life?

It took me forever to go seek help and I'm still struggling with understanding what's going on.

The self-loathing is strong.
Hmm this sounds familiar.

The bolded is what I wonder everyday. Does motivation have a direct inverse correlation to depression and anxiety?
 
I emailed my minor adviser about fixing up my graduation...She was all like "Told you so"..The fuck is that supposed to mean? This is your damn fault, not mine. I did everything I was supposed...
Fucking hell...Nothing can work out...
 
I don't know your friends, so I can't say anything for sure, but I've been constantly feeling like my friends don't give a shit about what I feel or what happens to me. They keep assuring me that they're here for me and they're going to help me in every way possible.

This doesn't stop my mind from convincing me that I'm not worth the time and nobody thinks I'm worth the time or effort to stay friends with. Every day I go from hating my friends to loving my friends and vice versa because I'm so mentally unstable.

If you need to be alone, your friends should understand that. If they are truly good friends they won't insist you hang out constantly or whatever. I truly believe that the friends that are worth having will stick around no matter what happens.

Now I say this while having those thoughts again that my friends don't give a shit about me. It's not true but I can't convince myself that it's not.

Yeah, your mind not letting you accept it is the worst. Eventually you ask enough that they get tired of reassuring you. I don't understand how to make it let you feel ok again.
 
Yeah, your mind not letting you accept it is the worst. Eventually you ask enough that they get tired of reassuring you. I don't understand how to make it let you feel ok again.

I've stopped asking a while ago because I realized that no answer will change how I feel. I'll just assume that they're lying to try and make me feel better. Also I know how weak I sound when I have to ask whether or not someone cares about me and I think everyone sees me as a weak person when I do so. They tell me they don't judge me that way and that it's admirable when I pour out my heart in front of them, but I feel like they perceive me as a child. My opinion doesn't matter and nobody thinks I have any worthwile skills. Maybe that's just how I perceive myself and not how others do....
 
After the particularly bad idea of doing mushrooms over the weekend, I've decided to go back on my meds, and so far I feel pretty good. I'm not feeling the myriad of side effects yet, so it's nice to live in what will probably be a short period of mental peace. I know in the long term I will probably get frustrated and stop taking my meds again, but now I can see that it's all an awful cycle of stopping and starting, and when I'm not in this glow, either side, the taking meds side or the not taking meds side, turns bad quickly. The good feelings, in some sort of middle, are always fleeting, and I don't really know which is better, but for now I can enjoy how I feel.
 
I've stopped asking a while ago because I realized that no answer will change how I feel. I'll just assume that they're lying to try and make me feel better. Also I know how weak I sound when I have to ask whether or not someone cares about me and I think everyone sees me as a weak person when I do so. They tell me they don't judge me that way and that it's admirable when I pour out my heart in front of them, but I feel like they perceive me as a child. My opinion doesn't matter and nobody thinks I have any worthwile skills. Maybe that's just how I perceive myself and not how others do....

Get out of my head bro. ;.;

Especially the whole perceive you as a child thing. Fuck.
 
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I like to re-post this every once in a while, as it can help me keep things in perspective, regardless or how I'm feeling. Molehills seem less like mountains, etc.

I'm terrible for expecting perfection from myself, or "better" constantly, instead of accepting what I am and where I am at now, and going from there.

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