I have no idea. I'm trying to figure out how to dull this pain in my chest.
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I have no idea. I'm trying to figure out how to dull this pain in my chest.
At this point im basically a walking dead person. I can't imagine a more empty vessel than me. Only the internets keep me distracted from my reality now. This will never be fixed.
Again, this does not refer to anyone here on GAF or this thread, but man it irks me when people don't acknowledge me and ignore me. If I'm really that much of a pest; If I am really that annoying or if you really dislike me that much.... fucking tell me so I don't have to live with a lie that you're my "friend" or you "care" about me.
Just to be clear once again, this has nothing to do with anyone here at all. It's more about people I know face-to-face. I'm also not referring to any kind of 'picking up a girl' fedora "please respond" kind of situation at all but rather so-called "friends" and other people who feel the best way to deal with me is ignoring me.
Yes, I'm fucking stupid. Yes, I have learning disabilities and other issues but I'm not that dumb to know when people are blowing me off. If there's one thing I might be good at, it's reading people. I even had a former friend tell me that. Like it or not, some people are more transparent then they think they are as well.
Yeah exactly. I don't want people here in this thread or the forum as a whole to think I am talking about them, but yes it happens here too. However, more recent situations has this happening to me on Facebook with people I know more often than not. But I'm not going to hide the fact it doesn't happen on GAF as well and I've always assumed a lot of people here think to themselves "not that idiot Darkmakaimura posting again". It's more people just thinking I'm a dullard then actually be offensive, since if there's one thing I do pretty well on forums is avoid name-calling or trolling of any kind.It gets to me, too. It's why I don't post unless something big happens, and even then there's not much of a response.
It gets to me, too. It's why I don't post unless something big happens, and even then there's not much of a response.
This is true and I know from the "controversy" that happened awhile back around me that people were also a bit upset about people posting self-deprecating and posts about wanting to kill one's self and whatnot. Of course, I'm completely guilty of putting myself down (and I consider it a lot more truth than just "putting myself down" but whatever) which is partially why that got started. Since then, I've really tried not to say 'bad' things about myself here. Needless to say, I'm still whining about things just about every post I make.My posts are so grim and awful that almost no one ever responds to them. But I don't expect anyone to. After a while, you just accept that people only have so many things they can say.
If I get the message that I'm going to be in probation that would not allow me to register for two semesters, I'm going to wish I wasn't a live. Basically going to college makes me relevant. Without college, I'm irrelevant.
I failed all my classes
My posts are so grim and awful that almost no one ever responds to them. But I don't expect anyone to. After a while, you just accept that people only have so many things they can say.
I know exactly how you feel. We have similar problems from what I can see, and I know it's fucking awful.
I feel like I am waking up in a nightmare most days. I have my parents and brother, and I am so thankful for that, but my life is an absolute hopeless wreck. I don't know what it'd do to them if I were to end it, but sometimes I worry the internal pain and struggle will override my rational thought one day.
I see suicide as the ultimate 'fuck you' to life. And it'd give me great satisfaction to finally say 'fuck you; I don't have to put up with this shit'.
You can be intelligent and flawed! Heck knows lots of people are! I guess you don't need to accept the label, but as long as you're objective about your skills and limitations, you can better work at being who you want to be.I was diagnosed as type-II bipolar about 7 years ago. I have yet to fully accept this. It's really hard to come to terms with a mental illness, to feel as though you have malfunctioning equipment upstairs, like your main most important organ is flawed and not 100 percent normal. What drives me nuts is I am really smart and to be labled as 'disabled' or 'mentally ill' doesn't fit with my or anyone else's view of my intelligence. In these 7 years (and even before it) I have turned to drugs and alcohol on top of the 6 or 7 different meds I take daily. I have a huge substance abuse problem. My condition prevents me from keeping friends for very long who aren't already used to my personality. I don't like most people. I am a great salesman and have amazing customer service skills and generally know how to speak to people (especially to get what I want) but deep down I HATE everything. I hate so much. My anger burns inside me and I can often feel the fire right behind my eyes, boiling in my veins. I seem to be getting worse over the years. I'm better at controlling my fists (for the most part) but part of me just wants to constantly lash out and hurt people. I don't know, I think I'm damned to be this way. No amount of therapy or medication will ever take away my hatred. Honestly my anger is the only thing keeping me going but I know that ultimately it will destroy me. I don't know what the solution is. I keep everything bottled up but I feel like I'm going to snap one day and do something bad. Every night as I get in bed I pray that I just drift off into a coma and never wake up. I need to get laid.
Your hallucination adventure sounds so traumatizing (reminds me of a nightmare I once had that I couldn't wake up from even though i knew it was a dream!).. and it probably is a good idea to not have those guns if you might see those things and it tempts you to defend yourself. No one wants random shooting accidents and shrapnel flying..The appointments today with the therapist and psychiatrist were pretty grueling. We grilled me over all my journal entries concerning episodes from the past year, which is 13 since March of last year, not counting instances of mania. They asked a bunch of questions about my day to day life, like what my living situation is and what my social life is and how I react to crowds and to describe my emotions and how emotional stable I am (which is not very). They asked for pictures of where I live. Im seeing them again in the week, after they confer with my normal psychiatrist and they clear my MRI and tox screen. The therapist gave me some tips on dealing with hallucinations, but I dont think theyre any good since I cant really tell mine from reality and they're general startling while theyre happening. They also said to keep journaling because it may keep me from falling for the same thing twice. It was also recommended that I get rid of my guns and to call someone immediately if I start to feel in any way unusual or funny.
Panic attacks seem so awful and scary since it's like every part of your is overreacting and you can't stop it, but remember that the feeling pass and you do regain control again, so it's not something you have to worry about a lot. It happens and it'll go away and you'll be okay.I think I've been having panic attacks for the last few months.
I had one last night, I feel like I desperately need to escape from my life and what I can see as my future, but I don't have anywhere to go that won't result in the same things happening. I'm so scared that this is all I'm going to be, and the truth is I would rather die than try to rebuild and fail again.
I think what you have is good. Having worth and it giving you the courage to pursue stuff even if it might lead to failure. That's the goodness of the human spirit at work. It's a little bit reckless or foolhardy, but it's inspiring.No I know...
I just...kinda wish I still remained feeling unworthy so I wouldn't bother going after love interests or making efforts and stuff. It's tiring for a depressed person at times.
How can I hold all of these feels.
This is true and I know from the "controversy" that happened awhile back around me that people were also a bit upset about people posting self-deprecating and posts about wanting to kill one's self and whatnot. Of course, I'm completely guilty of putting myself down (and I consider it a lot more truth than just "putting myself down" but whatever) which is partially why that got started. Since then, I've really tried not to say 'bad' things about myself here. Needless to say, I'm still whining about things just about every post I make.
But you're right people only have so much they can say. From my observations, it seems people here legitimately care about you and like you and I would go so far to say you seem pretty "popular" here and in chat for lack of a better term. Not much I can say in your defense other than I hope you can find whatever it is that makes you happy and honestly, if you were in Vegas I'd ask you if you'd wanna go out for a few drinks whenever I have the money (which is almost never).
It's completely 100% natural for someone to want attention. Socializing and being noticed is vital to being a human being. We're not meant to be alone. It's actually quite damaging physically, mentally and emotionally to be alone unless it's something you really, really want. We need each other.
That's all really sad to hear. Is she experiencing problems with depression too?but everything just turned into a vicious cycle.
And heres the thing, she gave me one last chance, months ago. And I said im going to fix this, I know whats wrong with me and what im doing. And sure enough, I just hid.
So, here I am, no more relationship, no friends, no life. Living together still because neither of us can afford to move out...
I understand my problems pale in comparison to many others, but I really have nowhere else to vent anymore in my life.
And yes theres probably large gaps missing somewhere. But as I said, I sometimes find it difficult to get the words in my head to transfer to text. I'll talk your ear off if given the chance, but writing it down.. not so much
anyways, sorry for wasting your time...
My foray back into the dating world was a huge bust, partly because of my own doing, self-sabotage, a little dishonesty, and clouded judgement. I felt like a child running over to stick his toe into a pool, only to feel it was super cold and then ran back to my mommy or something.
The rejection stung... A lot. But, I realize that this particular person's personality and mine did clash a little... I am doing myself not to beat myself about it, because it's just going to make me feel like shit. It's very difficult, though. With me, the logic becomes clear first and then emotions lag behind like a snail...
So... No dating for a long time. Time to go and nurse those wounds.
Doing math reminds me that I shouldn't even be in university.
I used to love math, but as I got around pre-calculus, calculus I & II, and failed discrete math. It's not my favorite subject anymore. I feel like I've said this before.
So your breathing issues also come with sinus infections or laryngitis? Or do you mean that maybe you are allergic to the medication? o_o
It still sounds a little bit like a panic attack to me, but the trigger is physical activity? That's really weird. Do you think maybe it's like a lung spasm? I am not sure if that really exists, but it sounds possible. I actually vaguely remember a thread on GAF about symptoms that kind of matched with you described. But that might have been coupled with random chest pain too.
At what point does the breathing problem resolve/go away? Do you go back to normal after a few hours?
It's good you're going to get it checked out, but I think your anxiety about it will only make it that much worse and traumatic every time you experience it happening though. Don't let it drive you crazy and ruin your life and try to think of it as an inconvenience at most. Keep reminding yourself that you're getting this taken care of in time and be patient with yourself.
You have, I remember! I never liked math much, and now I don't care about anything in school. It all seems like a waste to me right now. :/
I have a tendency to repeat myself, lol.
Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm not doing well in college because I have no passion for my major nor do I have the motivation to get good grades. I keep telling myself that I'm wasting my time. To be honest, college is all I have that makes me relevant. I have no options. I wish I could give you advice, but I'm in the same boat.
No, they are still obligated by law. Imminent danger overrides confidentially or something like that.I think that's part of the confidentiality agreement, no?
No, they are still obligated by law. Imminent danger overrides confidentially or something like that.
Ah. I see. Do you know if this is a rule for professional councillors?
Because here in the UK, calls to call centres [such as the Samaritans] are confidential.
I know that feeling. I'm doing summer school right now, but with the way I'm feeling about it, I don't want to continue on, nor do I want to go back in September. I just want to crawl into a hole and die, really. :/
I'm not a psychologist, nor a philosopher, but I can tell you mate. My own observation in life is this: People lose the meaning to live if they don't evolve. We're all just Pokemon. We need to constantly evolve, and better ourselves. If we don't move forward we become uncomfortable in our own skin.
I love what Adam Carolla says about it; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdNSkzT6UHE
At the end of the day, being brave means facing up to the things you are afraid of. You might be an introvert, you might run away from conflict, but don't for a second tell yourself you don't know how to do it. You know how to do it, and you know what to do. It's just that we want to do anything but facing our fears.
I can't stop thinking about those old people who wrote lists about their regrets in life just before they died. Not facing their fears, being the major on. Our fears limit ourselves in all we do, and we tell ourselves we can't amount up to them. Our brain will throw all the facts it can at us to stop us from doing it.
We don't want to think about this in an objective manner. That if we don't face them we will live with regret and always wonder about what-if. What could have been.
The worst case scenario often is not our fears being realized, but more than we don't even begin to live because of the fear itself.
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I went to a Samaritans meeting today. And no I'm not a Samaritan, but their official policy is that they will not tell or call the police. To put simply: Samaritans suicide line: 100% confidentiality. Please call, text, email, or visit a branch in person, if this is important to you.
I will repost this here as well:
What was the meeting in regards to, potential volunteers I assume? Since I think the only work the Samaritans do with other people is the non face-to-face stuff. Like the phoneline, emails, etc. Would be interested to hear a bit more.
I failed all my classes
I have been there. Went under 2.00 GP after semesters of blowing off classes. Going back this Fall to finish it though, after two and a half years of going a different route.
It's not the end of your life but it absolutely can be a setback. Take some time to think about where you want to go from here and talk not only to an academic advisor, but a school counselor as well if available.
Sorry my advice is generic as hell, but it's what I wish I had done back then when the slope got slippery.
A Year Ago said:I feel completely worthless. My self-esteem in regards to everything has plummeted in the past few months and I really dont want it to get worse. Ive always had shit self esteem when it came to looks and what not (21, never been in a relationship, virgin. standard nerd stereotype. except I feel even worse about it because Im a girl and supposedly the only reason Id ever be alone is because I choose to be. So I really must have fucked up somewhere along the line.) But now Ive dropped out of college for the second time, and I just feel like a failure. And it seeps into everything I do. Its gotten to the point where I feel like I cant do a single thing right. I was supposed to set up a website for one of my friends tonight and couldnt get a single line of code to work and spent a couple of hours crying over it. I know that sounds stupid and quite frankly pathetic, but I just want to be able to feel Im capable at one thing. Just one. Because so far every time Ive tried my hand at something that takes even the minimum of skill and competence, I fail.
Ive applied to two colleges in the city for a transfer, but since I made my decision to drop out of my old school kind of late, I didnt make the deadline so I have even less of a chance to get in. Im honestly not sure what Ill do if I cant go back to school in the spring.
But I guess Ill freak out about that later. Right now Im just not sure how to deal with bad nights like these where I fail at one thing and then I spiral and a few hours later Im having a hard time seeing any positives about myself and why my friends even bother. I know Im extremely lucky to have them, but Im just waiting for them to realize Im not worth the trouble. How has Depression GAF dealt with raising self esteem? Even if its in tiny baby steps. Of course I plan to talk to my therapist about this later this week (if recovery from the hurricane goes as planned.) At the very least writing this has helped entertain me since Im kind of not looking forward to laying in bed and keeping myself up with even worse thoughts. So Ive just been trying to keep myself occupied until I knock out from exhaustion.
Speaking of which, you know who's awesome? Collete and Bagels and JB. They make stuff and post it here and even though I don't always respond, it's incredibly inspiring and every time I do see it, it makes me want to be productive too!
I was in pre-Computer Science in 2010. Failed out and lost financial aid. Classes kept getting harder and my social anxiety/depression/procrastination issues lead to the inevitable. My social life was shit and I was too depressed or doubtful of myself to put effort in studying. I should have taken a semester or two break to get my head more clear, then go back and live in the dorms. Being out of college for a semester or two by choice or with the probation stipulation and 100% being able to go back and hopefully do better is a lot better than having a difficult time going back for 4 years and being 25k in debt with nothing to show for it.I'm under 2.0 gpa, and I have a final tomorrow. I'm getting nervous just thinking about whether I'm able to answer questions on my data structure final. I don't want to fail because I don't want to stay at home doing nothing for a year or two. Yeah, if I fail, I'm going to get a message that I'm in probation. I don't want to tell my parents, especially my dad, because I'm never going to hear the end of it. I just hope I do well tomorrow.
I was in pre-Computer Science in 2010. Failed out and lost financial aid. Classes kept getting harder and my social anxiety/depression/procrastination issues lead to the inevitable. My social life was shit and I was too depressed or doubtful of myself to put effort in studying. I should have taken a semester or two break to get my head more clear, then go back and live in the dorms. Being out of college for a semester or two by choice or with the probation stipulation and 100% being able to go back and hopefully do better is a lot better than having a difficult time going back for 4 years and being 25k in debt with nothing to show for it.
Therapy is a real crapshoot. I've been in therapy for years now with not a whole lot to show for it.How many people here have given therapy a real try and feel they benefited from it? How many feel it was a waste? Just curious. I know therapy is probably my only hope and reclaiming my life but I keep putting it off.
Is there any way to stop obsessively thinking about how much you wish you could go back in time, be ten years younger, and do things differently? It's psychological torture but I can't stop.
GOOD LUCK! Believe in me who believe in you! Yours is the drill that will pierce the heavens!