but I woke up this morning with that kind of baseless vague feeling of loneliness/emptiness/sadness
This is every morning. I usually just go back to bed.

but I woke up this morning with that kind of baseless vague feeling of loneliness/emptiness/sadness
Has anyone here lost weight while on seroquel? I've finally figured out a good mix of medications so the sedation and increased appetite from seroquel is reduced. Just wondering whether simply reducing caloric intake with light exercise is enough to lose some weight.
I've mentioned to friends before that I've been in a "rough spot" or "dealing with issues" before but it doesn't go far beyond that, nor do they really offer advice. I wouldn't expect them to know what to say anyways and that's ok. It's not like they realize I'm doing stupid things like planning my suicide note. I definitely thank the people in my life when they have helped me through times, whether they knowingly helped me or not. I do appreciate the people close to me. Being able to pull myself up and put on that "happy face" when hanging out is getting difficult though.
Literally no one in either class says a word the entire time. It's kinda weird. On top of that, Computer Science isn't a very social major.
Thanks, dude. Remember, download that Ys Origin demo! For those who know me and my obsession with this series (Mike, Bagels, Fishy and so on), I'm working on getting Piano addicted to the best action RPG series of all time!
-I’m currently playing Mario Kart 8, as I can’t sleep right now. Either I have thoughts of people on my mind, or I cannot fall asleep, due to the pot smokers next door and the intense heat. I’m feeling sluggish as a result, but I don’t know what to do.
Also, do people develop a sort of tolerance to SSRIs at all? Like, is that a thing? Just curious because I feel like I may be slipping a tiny bit backwards. Not anything too significant or distinctly noticeable, but I also feel like I'm not in quite as good of a place as I was when the SSRIs first kicked in. I'm a little bit tempted to talk to my doctor about upping the dose and seeing if it helps at all.
It's difficult - it's sort of a gamble with your emotional vulnerability. But vulnerability is what brings us closer together. It's always the first thing we look for in others but the last thing we ourselves are willing to put out there.
As far as I know, no, there isn't a strong pattern of tolerance for SSRIs. That being said, you may still be adjusting to the effects of the medication and for me sometimes those adjustments were my brain finding ways to think itself "around" the medications to a certain degree. SSRIs can stop working eventually but I don't think that'd happen so quickly, as in my experience it's more of a function of your changing needs and symptoms rather than the medication changing.
I'd encourage you to keep in touch with your emotions, and also take this as an opportunity to examine what the medication helps with and what sorts of things it doesn't touch / what sorts of things you'll still need to work on on your own. Even with medications there are still ups and downs, and the same patterns of thinking that got you into funks before can send you down, just maybe not as far.
If things keep slumping in the next bit of time, increasing the dose is always something you can bring up with your doctor. So you've got options!
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Have you tried being extremely direct with your friends? Not everyone responds to directness but over the years I've had quite a few valuable connections come out of me sitting down with a friend / roommate / family member, whomever it is who I need support from, and just being very frank that "I would appreciate it if you could listen to me talk for a bit. I'm going through a very tough time. I don't expect you to be able to fix it, it just makes me feel better to know that there are others who may sort of understand." I make sure that my tone is honest and direct, rather than sarcastic, sharp, or complaining.
It's difficult - it's sort of a gamble with your emotional vulnerability. But vulnerability is what brings us closer together. It's always the first thing we look for in others but the last thing we ourselves are willing to put out there.
Just a thought!
Committing to trying media others recommend to me makes me anxious because I'm always afraid they'll get angry if I don't get around to it...BUT I'll try it. Just gimme some time
Also, after further reflection I think I had some fun with Deus Ex last night. We'll see.
No, but thanks for asking. A big part of the depression has been the concrete feeling nothing I do matters. I've never been depressed for such a long time for this reason. There's no suicidal thoughts or constant self deprecation, only the lack of drive and connection to the world.My father always compares depression to a great fog - when you're in it there's no end in sight and you often just have to wander, hoping you'll find a lookout, a direction, or an end to it at some point. It's only once you get to the edge that you can see how far you've come.
I'm sorry you're having a tough time, AHB. Is there anything we can do?
Prospect of living alone for the first time (with a mortgage no less) in August as well as being practically friendless at the moment is terrifying me. Too far along the process now to be cancelling, and really for my own self improvement I SHOULD move out of the family home. But I'm not sure living alone is gonna help my anxiety when I get lonely pretty easily.
Just turned 27 today. Got a lot of well wishes from family and friends which gave me a few smiles but just the entire day has been dour for me today. I don't even think it's related to getting older but I just felt so freaking bland and empty throughout it. Some suicidal/death ideation that I've been dealing with in counseling crept back into my head as the day's gone on and I've also felt more and more like I'm about to breakdown into tears for no reason. Hoping to feel better tomorrow but I haven't felt this bad in a long while.
Just turned 27 today. Got a lot of well wishes from family and friends which gave me a few smiles but just the entire day has been dour for me today. I don't even think it's related to getting older but I just felt so freaking bland and empty throughout it. Some suicidal/death ideation that I've been dealing with in counseling crept back into my head as the day's gone on and I've also felt more and more like I'm about to breakdown into tears for no reason. Hoping to feel better tomorrow but I haven't felt this bad in a long while.
Happy birthday fellow July 1st-er!
Prospect of living alone for the first time (with a mortgage no less) in August as well as being practically friendless at the moment is terrifying me. Too far along the process now to be cancelling, and really for my own self improvement I SHOULD move out of the family home. But I'm not sure living alone is gonna help my anxiety when I get lonely pretty easily.
Prospect of living alone for the first time (with a mortgage no less) in August as well as being practically friendless at the moment is terrifying me. Too far along the process now to be cancelling, and really for my own self improvement I SHOULD move out of the family home. But I'm not sure living alone is gonna help my anxiety when I get lonely pretty easily.
Affection goes a long. Today I got a (goodbye) hug from of the guys that I ride my bike with, and it just put me a good mood. I was already in a good mood but that just made it better.
I don't know what's wrong with me. In the passed 3 months I have managed to torpedo my whole life I think. It probably goes further than that who knows. Today I was offered a promotion which I declined because I would have had to lie. I was hoping for some support from my wife but all I got was venom. I tried to ruin my friendships a few months ago over some petty shit and I cussed my sister out when she got out of the hospital. I think I am hitting rock bottom. I don't want to do this anymore. I just want to be free.
Mood slightly went up towards the end of my night. Today (July 4th) is my birthday and I spent it with family. I was tired all day and memories of my ex kept popping into my head, unfortunately. Went outside after the cake and all to watch fireworks. I recently moved out of my cousin's house, the same place the get together was being hosted. Turns out the neighbor across the street has a crush on me. Her mom, drunk, came over and grabbed my arm. She took me to her place to introduce me to her daughter. I was just going along with it, confused. Turns out her daughter is actually pretty cute. She was embarrassed as shit, but still pretty. I turned 25 today and this girl doesn't turn 18 for a couple more months. Oh well. Boost of confidence knowing an attractive young lady finds me attractive.
I haven't posted here in ages. I don't know what I feel anymore. Numb? Things aren't bad, but they aren't good, either. Life has just become one big "whatever" to me. I don't take things seriously enough for me to care about anything anymore, and it's scarier than it sounds.
I hate those days where you feel like nobody cares or loves you. I need a hug or something.
Mood slightly went up towards the end of my night. Today (July 4th) is my birthday and I spent it with family. I was tired all day and memories of my ex kept popping into my head, unfortunately. Went outside after the cake and all to watch fireworks. I recently moved out of my cousin's house, the same place the get together was being hosted. Turns out the neighbor across the street has a crush on me. Her mom, drunk, came over and grabbed my arm. She took me to her place to introduce me to her daughter. I was just going along with it, confused. Turns out her daughter is actually pretty cute. She was embarrassed as shit, but still pretty. I turned 25 today and this girl doesn't turn 18 for a couple more months. Oh well. Boost of confidence knowing an attractive young lady finds me attractive.
I don't really have any advice, but I just want to say I've been struggling with the same kinds of things regarding hanging out with people.
Especially being a person who makes plans and sticks to them and values that highly in other people... It can be very frustrating. I'm learning to become less frustrated with people and realize that other people are just built differently from me. They don't mean anything by it usually, it's just the way they are. Some people just are awful at planning.
Blues, I don't have any magic answers for you, but I wanted you to know that I've struggled with some similar issues while trying to make friends over the past two years. Ultimately the majority of people I've put myself out there to connect with have ended up being "temporary" friends who eventually fall off the face of the earth or give me the run around. It sounds like you've exercised a tremendous amount of patience with the situation and I'd encourage you to keep that up; it's hard to say what else would help as each person is different. Sometimes being direct can help; as tough as it is to get rejected I found more success when I just started point blank asking people about specific plans. "Let's hang out Saturday night!" and things like that, rather than "when are you free?"
As much as it may seem a bit futile right now I'd encourage you to keep up with your psychiatrist, and definitely work with him/her to see if there's a way you can get to sleep more consistently. Being under-slept makes everything worse...
You have the right attitude about it. Nothing has to come out of it, but knowing someone finds you attractive is a huge self-esteem boost. Happy birthday, dude!
Happy B-Day dude, glad to know that you enjoyed it.
Thanks dude. It's nice to know for sure. I'd totally screw around with this chick (once she turns 18), but my cousin was saying, "don't even mess with her. If you two go to shit, her mom will go nuts at us and we live across the street." I didn't respond, but I was thinking, "I've been depressed over my ex for 7+ months and finally some girl finds me attractive that I may be able to f around with and you tell me no? Screw that shit."
Piano said:I really, truly, firmly believe that you'll adjust to these discomforts just as you've adjusted (amazingly well!) to the other discomforts of the job. In fact, I think you've already adjusted to much bigger changes than the credit card upsell, and I hope you can try to take your coworkers at their word rather than jump to assuming you're annoying them.
Personally, when I worked retail, I sort of enjoyed fielding newer employees' questions. Being able to answer and teach them things made me feel like I was good at what I did, you know?
I really think you're doing a great job, MisterLuffy. I know it doesn't feel that way, but the progress you've made with this job over the past few weeks really, really is obvious.![]()
Hey, happy birthday to you two!
Happy birthday fellow July 1st-er!
I just hate my life so much. I regret so many of the decisions that I've made, I hate where my life has ended up, I hate that there are so many things about my life that I'm stuck with and can't change, and I hate that some of my other problems seen so easy for people to just say for me to do something about, but I can't, and so it's basically just my fault for all of this, and I'm just so pathetic and worthless, and would be better off dead.
I hate those days where you feel like nobody cares or loves you. I need a hug or something.
What's so bad about your life? Or were you just venting?
I mean, I know that...
But I just feel like I was in such a good position, and has so many chances and opportunities and possibilities and ways I could have made things better than they were...
And I messed every single one of them up.
I literally made the wrong decision at every single major life point during that time.
I had an emotional breakdown the other day over things.
My wife didn't even care.
Or, well, she did care - she yelled at me a bunch for making such a big deal over thing.
I mean, I know everyone makes mistakes in life and wishes they could have done many things differently.
And I don't mean to minimize other people's experiences or sound insulting or anything like that, but...
I feel like it's one thing if you didn't really have that many options or possibilities or advantages.
Yeah, you may have made mistakes which led to you being in a worse position than you could have been...
But... and this is going to sound horrible, and I apologize, I really don't mean to sound rude or offensive... The difference really isn't that big.
But, seriously, I could have done and had just about anything I wanted through my 20s.
Instead, I'm a massively in debt loser who has wasted the past dozen years with nothing to show for it, in a horrible situation, with literally no way to get out of it, all these medical problems, and seriously, just fuck my life. Fuck it.
I'm sorry. I just have a whole bunch of bitterness.
And, you know, I called that suicide prevention hotline a few weeks ago, and, damn, they weren't any help at all. Literally useless.
Fuck everything.
I'm sorry for dumping all this out here. I did it in the Mental Health thread last time. So, I'm sorry to all of you. And I'm sorry for anything I said that was rude or insulting or inappropriate. I'm sorry.
I'm just so fucking done with even trying at anything anymore. Fuck my life.
Yeah, I am. Or, well, I'm trying to. I made it through one term after a whole bunch of stress. The next term I fell way behind, and ended up withdrawing. Thankfully I'm getting them to let me re-take it with them covering the cost due to an issue where part of my disability plan wasn't met (never had a disability plan before, but goodness knows I have all sorts of issues now, so every little bit helps).
But, I mean, I feel like everything's actively working against me. Seriously, do you guys know what it's like to literally never get a second's peace? Just a few moments where you can actually close your eyes, relax, and then do something, without worrying about being yelled at, or having to do something, or trying to remember all the things you were supposed to be doing, or getting yelled at for things you didn't even know you were supposed to be doing?
Seriously, I just never feel like I have a moment's peace. Even when my wife's at work, she wanted to get a dog last year, so we have a year-old yellow lab. And, yeah, the thing's cute, but it's crazy and never leaves you alone. And even though we got her a crate a couple of weeks ago (finally) she'll just bark the entire time she's in there, and I'm convinced that eventually she's just going to chew right through the bars. Of course, by the time my wife gets home, she's gotten out most of her energy, so she doesn't feel like it's much of an issue. But, heck, I didn't want a dog, I'm happy with cats.
That's all kind of a tangent, though. The main thing is, I'm always doing things wrong. Seriously, she was trying to reorganize in the other room and was having some issues moving stuff. I went in, asked if she needed help. She says no. I go away. A bit later I hear she's still having issues. I ask if she needed help. She says no. Then she starts in on me about me saying I would clean the cat litter, and I hadn't. So I ask if she wants me to do that. She says no. I start to walk away. She starts yelling at me that I'm not doing anything. So I go back, ask if she wants me to clean the cat litter again. She tells me no again. At that point, I've pretty much just had it. So I go in and get the bin of cat litter, dump it into the trash outside, and bring it back in to fill it. And she's yelling at me that I shouldn't have done it then, and then yells at me about not helping her move stuff - which I asked twice if she wanted me to do.
When I was younger, I figured if I could actually find someone who would be with me and stay with me, that I could make things work. But, fuck, I can't make this work. But I don't have any other choice. I have too many medical issues, I can't just "be on my own." But I literally can't take this anymore. I can't deal with this. Heck, if it weren't for my cats, I would probably just wander off and go die in a gutter somewhere.
I'm just so absolutely sick of all of this. I can't do this. But I don't even have the option of "not doing this." No matter what I do, I get yelled at for it. I can't win. I can't even draw or withdraw. All I can do is lose. In the longest, most drawn-out and painful way possible.
Fuck my life.
Sorry.
I could really use a hug.
And one where I'm not getting yelled at during it or told things that I'm doing wrong during it.
Oh, it's not yelling about "hug technique" so much, as a "Why do I have to give you what you want, when I never get what I want? And I have to do everything around here, and never have any time to myself, and you don't understand, etc. etc." as if I just sit around relaxing all day or something.
And, heck, I don't even know. As I said, it's not like I can just be on my own at this point. And no one would ever want someone with all of my issues.
It's all my fault anyway.
I had opportunities along the way to change this as well.
And I didn't.
I made my own (death)bed.
Now I have to lie in it.
Well, willingly made decisions that led to much of the situation that I'm in, anyway.
Don't worry. I know my previous posts came across as a bit judgmental/critical from bitterness, and I know I do often come across that way, but I'm really not that sort of person.
There were a couple of significant points along my time in college - specifically, 2004 (when I transferred from a community college to a university, and continued on the path I was on), 2007 (when I started my Master's, and continued on the path that I was on), and 2010 (when I started on my PhD - also on that same path) - when I made some bad decisions for precisely that reason. I figured I had put so much time into things already, that I "shouldn't let it go to waste, and just go along with things."
I'm trying to correct that by going down the IT path now, but, not making those decisions at those times are some of my biggest regrets.
Yeah, I could write a similar sort of reply to this as my previous paragraph above >.>
I know I should... I'm just not looking forward to having to repeat everything again. Wish they could just keep a file on me >.>
You have far more confidence in me than I do.
And I'm afraid that it's likely misplaced.
You pretty much hit the nail on the head.
And, I'm sorry I'm not being as open with you all as would be helpful. It's probably an easy guess why.
But that's the path of least resistance... >.>
Sadly, I don't even get the little that I do think I deserve >.>
And, yeah, that's pretty much what happens.
We had/have (not as often lately) been seeing a therapist, but it usually ends up being essentially marriage counseling/her going over all the things I'm doing wrong >.>
I should just start going on my own as well...
That's probably a good idea too.
Sorry for the mish-mash of stuff, some of which is kind of unclear without the full conversations they were part of. Hopefully the fact that it's just a bunch of quotes here will make it easier to skip over for those who don't want to be bothered by it.
How long have you been married?
7 years.
Want to know the average median duration of a marriage*?
edited: *that ended in divorce.
But, you know, things aren't always that easy to deal with.
The answer is around 7.
I just meant human beings are funny when you take out all the emotional baggage and look at the statistics.
Do you love your wife?
I've tried.
Sounds like you are experiencing a manic episode.Jesus, I need help. I haven't slept more than three hours a day all week, I've barely eaten in the same timeframe, tension throughout my face and neck, I'm so restless that I'm numbed my legs from near continuous walking, and I can't focus on anything else. I'm getting more delirious by the hour and stuck in my apartment with no car or no way out for the next week or so. I scheduled an appointment with a doctor who's only a couple of minutes away for Monday that I can walk to but I'm not sure if I can last that long. What's wrong with me?
Anyways, yesterday I made an appointment with a counselor/therapist so I'm pretty excited about that. It will be my first time going to one. I'm also buying a bike today as I really want to start biking. I took a long hard look at myself the last couple days and have come up with a sort of plan of action. I'm optimistic.
To be honest I just don't feel very comfortable opening up to guy friends that way. It's honestly easier for me to talk about that stuff to a complete stranger or girl. There was also a girl I dated for a few months last year who was very easy to open up to and even though we didn't work romantically she really helped me through a dark point.
Prospect of living alone for the first time (with a mortgage no less) in August as well as being practically friendless at the moment is terrifying me. Too far along the process now to be cancelling, and really for my own self improvement I SHOULD move out of the family home. But I'm not sure living alone is gonna help my anxiety when I get lonely pretty easily.
No, but thanks for asking. A big part of the depression has been the concrete feeling nothing I do matters. I've never been depressed for such a long time for this reason. There's no suicidal thoughts or constant self deprecation, only the lack of drive and connection to the world.
I'm also in a state of limbo because I'm applying for disability. I never even considered it until my counselor made the suggestions. From a financial standpoint the help would be nice, but right now I only see it as a sign of my uselessness.
Haven't posted a like a week or two, I was
Feeling great, but the last 2 hours have been bad. It'll go away like it always does, then comeback again. It's a vicious cycle.
Just gonna listen to some pink floyd until I pass out.
Moving across the country is very stressful. And making me depressed.
Just turned 27 today. Got a lot of well wishes from family and friends which gave me a few smiles but just the entire day has been dour for me today. I don't even think it's related to getting older but I just felt so freaking bland and empty throughout it. Some suicidal/death ideation that I've been dealing with in counseling crept back into my head as the day's gone on and I've also felt more and more like I'm about to breakdown into tears for no reason. Hoping to feel better tomorrow but I haven't felt this bad in a long while.
It's like people think I'm dumb or oblivious or something. I've been going through training at my job recently, and it's with the same group of people from start to finish. I know none of them like me and I know that they make fun of me when they think I'm not listening. I don't know if they think they're being subtle or what, but I know how to competently read social cues. I can tell when I'm being patronized and mocked. I'd rather they just outright say they don't want to work with me than play this game they're playing
Checking in:
I have been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and ADHD. I don't take meds for my ADHD anymore.
I'm seeing a PCP on Friday after work for the first time in more than two years. I'm hoping to get back on anxiolytics again and get a reference to a good psychologist.
I don't technically qualify for the BPD diagnosis anymore (no self-harm, moderately more stable close relationships, zero suicidal ideation) but I've been anhedonic and increasingly anxious for the last 2-3 years and it's time to see someone about it. Part of it is my job. I've rarely ever loved my jobs but my current one is a particularly bad fit.
I meditate semi-regularly (about once a week) and had about a year of excellent Jungian therapy from an amazing psychologist in L.A. In 2007-2008. I've basically been white-knuckling it for the last couple of years, using Kava and ashwagandha to limited effect. Part of my issue is that I just don't like asking for meds no matter how much I need them. My original dose was Ativan 1mg TID PRN, but being a travel RN, my next doctor refused to write me a new prescription for that much (which was actually okay at the time because my anxiety was at a low point at the time). I just hated the implication that I was drug-seeking and didn't want to go through it again.
Just sharing.
I don't know what's wrong with me. In the passed 3 months I have managed to torpedo my whole life I think. It probably goes further than that who knows. Today I was offered a promotion which I declined because I would have had to lie. I was hoping for some support from my wife but all I got was venom. I tried to ruin my friendships a few months ago over some petty shit and I cussed my sister out when she got out of the hospital. I think I am hitting rock bottom. I don't want to do this anymore. I just want to be free.
Ugh, the stress and anxiety has really been piling up lately. I've been trying to find a job since graduating which has been bad enough, but over the past couple of weeks I've had so much random medical stuff going on.
So yeah, that's kind of what's been going down lately. I can definitely say, at the very least, that I feel noticeably better than I did a month ago and I'm glad I decided to use that doctor's fit note instead of ignoring it.
I'm not sure if this necessarily fits the bill for a mental health thread so feel free to ignore this but there is something else I wanted to bring up, and that's the deep feelings of loneliness I've been experiencing lately. This is something I've always felt but it does seem to be especially playing on my mind lately, even with other aspects of my mental health improving. It's just this thing that's always there, and arguably the worst part is that it'll feel worse when I'm in a group of people I actually care about, sometimes even family. I can hold conversations with people perfectly well and all of those things, but there is this constant sensation of just not fitting in. I get that this is an issue where the solution is largely dependant on the type of people you meet and interact with and so can't really be solved through advice, but does anyone perhaps have any tips for just dealing with it better?
I haven't posted here in ages. I don't know what I feel anymore. Numb? Things aren't bad, but they aren't good, either. Life has just become one big "whatever" to me. I don't take things seriously enough for me to care about anything anymore, and it's scarier than it sounds.
Mood slightly went up towards the end of my night. Today (July 4th) is my birthday and I spent it with family. I was tired all day and memories of my ex kept popping into my head, unfortunately. Went outside after the cake and all to watch fireworks. I recently moved out of my cousin's house, the same place the get together was being hosted. Turns out the neighbor across the street has a crush on me. Her mom, drunk, came over and grabbed my arm. She took me to her place to introduce me to her daughter. I was just going along with it, confused. Turns out her daughter is actually pretty cute. She was embarrassed as shit, but still pretty. I turned 25 today and this girl doesn't turn 18 for a couple more months. Oh well. Boost of confidence knowing an attractive young lady finds me attractive.
As for the friends bit, my patience for dealing with selfish people is becoming increasingly thin. I'm at the point where I feel I'm going to lash out at people, but I know I should NEVER do that in any shape or form. But I desperately want to slap or punch people for either not acknowledging my existence or not treating me with a reasonable level of respect. I'm the person that tries to solve my problems by physically solving it, & most of the advice that I've gotten have been words of encouragement. However, such words have done nothing for me. I have gone and try to solve my problems with using that advice, but it hasn't worked for me at all. And the harder I try, the worse it becomes, and I'm becoming increasingly bitter and disillusioned.
But venting it isn't helping matters either, & I'm being denied physical human contact. Maybe I should just do myself in, as the world will still go on without my passing being taken notice.
Thanks. I'm trying, it's just some people doesn't want one even if I state the benefits. I only got three people to sign up for the credit cards.
Today sucks, I feel like I didn't do a great job in recovering clothes. I don't hate recovery, its just I couldn't do a better job in recovering than others.
Jesus, I need help. I haven't slept more than three hours a day all week, I've barely eaten in the same timeframe, tension throughout my face and neck, I'm so restless that I'm numbed my legs from near continuous walking, and I can't focus on anything else. I'm getting more delirious by the hour and stuck in my apartment with no car or no way out for the next week or so. I scheduled an appointment with a doctor who's only a couple of minutes away for Monday that I can walk to but I'm not sure if I can last that long. What's wrong with me?
I'll copy and paste a bunch of junk I posted in another thread the other day, since I know it's a better fit here, and I feel bad dumping all that stuff on them and messing up that thread:
Sorry for the mish-mash of stuff, some of which is kind of unclear without the full conversations they were part of. Hopefully the fact that it's just a bunch of quotes here will make it easier to skip over for those who don't want to be bothered by it.
So you want to love your wife? Do I have that correct?
I don't really feel that I have any other options.