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I'm on a cocktail of Effexor, Wellbutrin, and Saphris. I haven't had any hallucinations since that last post. So here's hoping.

Wow, that's quite a cocktail. I wonder how a specialist can determine what is working and what is not when combining so many things. *Glaces around suspiciously at the mental health industry*

Well, keep coming back here for clarity when needed. PM me if you ever feel like it bro.
 
Things aren't feeling too good right now.

I feel like I'm on aa never ending terrifying 90° rollercoaster and the only way to get off is to simply unbuckle and jump off.
 
Things aren't feeling too good right now.

I feel like I'm on aa never ending terrifying 90° rollercoaster and the only way to get off is to simply unbuckle and jump off.

Roller coasters are fun my man. You are at an intense/scary part that makes you feel sick, but when all is said and done you'll have overcome the ride and be a stronger and more experienced person because of it :)

Your situation (and mine honestly) makes me think of the pebble that gets stuck behind a big rock in a stream. We were peacefully flowing down the stream before, now we're stuck. It's only a matter of time before we break free from the rock and proceed to happily flow down the stream.
 
Still haven't heard back from the hospital regarding my forms. What the hell, people?

(I've left 2 messages. The most recent one was last night. I get anxious calling during the day, but I guess I'll have to. I've been sleeping from about 5-6am to 4-6pm, though.)
 
I'm feeling down right awful. I can't sleep, I can't watch a movie, can't play a game and I just need some sort of social interaction. I just wanna jump in my car and just drive to an unknown destination. I'm missing my ex like crazy right now and the fact that she blocked my # to help her move on has really even left me feeling more alone...I feel like a very weak person mentally, I just wish I could be stronger and move on.. I keep having dreams about her going to her abusive ex's and just with other guys in general, it's just a never ending nightmare. It's just hard coming to realization that I've messed up something with someone who would of always been there for me
 
As everyone expected, the date with my ex was a catastrophe. Of course we didn't go to the movies or did something worthwhile, because she suddenly didn't want to do something with me.

First thing I saw when I came in was a photo with her and that guy she is dating. Don't think anyone would seriously forget about that photo. We talked for 2 hours with each other and it was basically just me talking about a second chance, which annoyed her so fucking much. We made dinner together and fought afterwards about how she treats me like shit the last couple of weeks. Her constantly checking her phone to answer that idiot made things even worse with me.

Then we took a walk through the forest. And she was constantly annoyed by my whining and begging. So after we went back home she of course wanted me gone.

I kissed her. And then we kissed some more. And then we had the most pathetic sex two people can have with each other. Then we both cried and said our goodbyes with a sincere hug and a kiss on the lips.

I have now more closure. Many things in her behaviour still don't add up and are conflicting. There is more to her than the new guy and she just doesn't want to tell me or anyone else. Everything's just so fucking confusing.

It's just hard coming to realization that I've messed up something with someone who would of always been there for me
That is the thing that is haunting me the most too. She would've done anything for me and I fucked that up.
 
Okay, just to continue the reasons why I think I'm going to start looking for a new job...
I have a meeting with the owner today and she said she wants to talk about "manager presence" (I'm the only manager). Obviously implying that I need more manager presence. I've been in the shop SIX OUT OF THE LAST SEVEN DAYS. I'm only a 30 hour a week employee. What more could she want!? Her expectations are insane. And she doesn't appreciate any of the things I do very well either.

I love my employees and the job itself, but my interactions with the owner are driving me absolutely nuts and giving me tons of anxiety.

Edit: Lol. And the owner is currently running over 15 minutes late for our meeting. Not sure she's ever been on time to one of our meetings. I'm glad she respects my time...

Second edit: Well the meeting went really well. I guess all the stuff about her being insane and demanding way too much of me was all in my head, because she was very reasonable and thankful for my hard work. I guess she's one of those people who just doesn't communicate well through text, and we hadn't had a meeting for two weeks, so I was only getting texts from her that whole time.
 
generally wanted to make a stop in this thread. Lately I do not know why but i have been suffering from derealisation while driving, very disorienting and annoying along with that I have panic attacks in the mix. Usually I am good with this stuff but lately I feel i have been knocked off my rocker. I used to have lots of confidence in getting better myself after a panic attack, but lately I feel i have lost confidence with dealing with it. I have a panic attack now randomly and then i have like a small bout of depression and I am not sure why. Think need to do some self talk.
 
<sigh> Looks like I gotta call my therapist and bump up my appointment. Hoping I can get a prescription for Abilify instead of the generic I use.

I encourage you to do so, BSoL. I admire that you're so in touch with what's going on and with your emotions. It's not easy.

Think it's because of what the last one said that it's all just grabbed me and like burned into me so that there's no point in seeing one.

I've been to him before about depression,anxiety and stuff and he gave me meds for it but those never did work. the last time I saw him he upped the dose said if these didn't work we'll have to try other means such as counselling and I just never went back to him and stopped taking the meds myself as they didn't sem to do anything.

Counseling could be very, very helpful. Is there a specific reason you decided not to go through with it last time? Perhaps you could reconsider?

Tbh I have it in my head all I need is a girl in my life which I know isn't true but I just can't stop it from making me feel like a worthless POS for never having anyone.
It definitely isn't true. There isn't some perfect manic pixie dream girl out there for each of us that will have the perfect response to every brooding thought we wrestle with and will be able to pull us out of our funk to see the joy of life again. I know this only because I've started relationships thinking a girl was my antidote and would fix my problems only to see how wrong I was and the baggage those expectations created. Nobody is perfect. Nobody can do all of the heavy lifting for us. It sucks, but it's true.

But still, that I am here today... I owe it to the people who did care to urge me to be helped then. And I cannot thank you guys enough.

I'm glad you're still with us, izunadono. Please seek help.

Welp, almost made a permanent choice towards non existance but I made it out okay. Its a fucking miracle too, the concoction of shit I took was ridiculous, 100% should be dead right now. Can go into details if someone wants to PM me as I really thought that it was a wrap for me.

Nothing wrong with me at all physically or mentally, the whole thing is crazy. So glad I made it through that nightmare, feels like a massive 500lb weight on my back is suddenly gone. Fuck depression man.

It's good to hear that you made it through unharmed, zsswimmer. Please, please, please pursue some care so that it doesn't happen again.

It makes me feel that I wouldn't be able to reach the degree because I have no passion for programming. I'm at or getting close to the upper division, and I don't think I can manage without having an ounce of passion. I'm concerned with a class I'm taking this semester, my instructor put me in a group like a marriage sort to speak in order to work together to make an app. I'm not sure if I'm going to be of any use to them since I don't have passion for programming. I know my instructor said its fun, but will see if its true.

At the very least, though, isn't it worth waiting and seeing how the project goes and how you feel about it? Also, is there something you're sure you do feel a passion about? Passion is fickle thing; I don't think many people find a pursuit where they truly love it all the time. It's probably more realistic to shoot for finding something that is almost always tolerable and often rewarding or engaging. Work will always take hard work, and hard work can be a drag if we're not in the mood for it.

Wow, that's quite a cocktail. I wonder how a specialist can determine what is working and what is not when combining so many things. *Glaces around suspiciously at the mental health industry*

It's a pretty reasonable combination, actually - they're three very different drugs with very different effects. If they were phased in one by one it's pretty likely that the psychiatrist has a good idea of what each one is doing. Of course, there is always overlap and we can never be 100% sure, but that is true of mixing any medications for any purpose.

Still haven't heard back from the hospital regarding my forms. What the hell, people?

(I've left 2 messages. The most recent one was last night. I get anxious calling during the day, but I guess I'll have to. I've been sleeping from about 5-6am to 4-6pm, though.)

Sorry you're still getting the runaround, Chewie. I'd definitely try calling during the day if you can.

I'm feeling down right awful. I can't sleep, I can't watch a movie, can't play a game and I just need some sort of social interaction. I just wanna jump in my car and just drive to an unknown destination. I'm missing my ex like crazy right now and the fact that she blocked my # to help her move on has really even left me feeling more alone...I feel like a very weak person mentally, I just wish I could be stronger and move on.. I keep having dreams about her going to her abusive ex's and just with other guys in general, it's just a never ending nightmare. It's just hard coming to realization that I've messed up something with someone who would of always been there for me

Getting over a break-up takes a lot of time, NIGHT, and it's one of those things where the progress can be a slow grind and it might be a while before you realize how far you've come. In the mean time it's important to stay in touch with your feelings and find things you can do for relief from your emotions - not just DISTRACTION but relief and release. Maybe writing, maybe crying, maybe listening to music, maybe drawing ... something exists that will give you a little bit of solace.

For me, it helped me to write, in my journal, "letters" to my ex (which I did not send). Just writing out everything I wanted to tell her. I did it every day for a while. I often cried while doing so. It was unpleasant but it got those unpleasant feelings out, at least a bit.

I have now more closure. Many things in her behaviour still don't add up and are conflicting. There is more to her than the new guy and she just doesn't want to tell me or anyone else. Everything's just so fucking confusing.

I hope you're able to maintain some distance now, DKQ, I really think it'll help you even things out and start to move forward. In the mean time, like I said above ... pain relief.

Second edit: Well the meeting went really well. I guess all the stuff about her being insane and demanding way too much of me was all in my head, because she was very reasonable and thankful for my hard work. I guess she's one of those people who just doesn't communicate well through text, and we hadn't had a meeting for two weeks, so I was only getting texts from her that whole time.

God yes that can be such a problem with texting. On Monday my friend called me with an attitude because of some tone she had gotten out of my texts that I did not at all intend. I'm glad to hear that the meeting went better than expected :)

generally wanted to make a stop in this thread. Lately I do not know why but i have been suffering from derealisation while driving, very disorienting and annoying along with that I have panic attacks in the mix. Usually I am good with this stuff but lately I feel i have been knocked off my rocker. I used to have lots of confidence in getting better myself after a panic attack, but lately I feel i have lost confidence with dealing with it. I have a panic attack now randomly and then i have like a small bout of depression and I am not sure why. Think need to do some self talk.

I'm sorry to hear that you're having some tough episodes, JK-Money. Are you receiving any mental health treatment?

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I encourage you to do so, BSoL. I admire that you're so in touch with what's going on and with your emotions. It's not easy.

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Got some time off today to see my doc (had it anyway since my cousin was in town so it worked out). Pretty much went shots firing and that I knew something was amiss with my sleep which was my biggest concern (the other symptoms didn't occur or not to the degree it would be worth noting). Wanted to go back to Abilify vs the generic I was on which was a tier 1 but now is tier 3 due to a manufacturing change (would have asked for change anyway because the generic is like the size of a suppository). Also mentioned I had onset RSI (Repetitive Stress Injury) so I wasn't drawing as much. Asked if it got really bad should I be on a temp prescription of Ambien or generic. Said we'll see where it goes from here and check back within 2 weeks (I made an appt for a month from now cause $75 per visit for 20 min of talking and 40 min waiting...yeah...)

I'm in tune because y'know I've had an episode mere months after I graduated from college 3 years ago. Don't know how it happened, but I've had my suspicions it's been happening on and off on smaller scales throughout my life. I find it painfully ironic that when I first shown symptoms (the lack of sleep, mood swings) I was a little suspect something might be on the up and up so I webMD it and it matched up with bipolar. My roommate/friend has depression so I figure why not bum off a number for her doctor or get a referral. Yeah she brushed off and said (snidely), "BSoL you can't diagnose yourself with google you need a professional opinion." Yeah why do you think I asked you for your therapist's number Terri? 3 weeks later totally went crazy and thought I was altruistic (I literally have block indiegogo now because it turns out I donated $3000 to various projects) time traveller who was the long lost daughter of Nicolas Tesla, wandered the streets of NYC from 6pm to 3pm (obs next day), got into an argument with a homeless crazy guy about the Iraq War (not sure how I'm not dead here), lost their wallet, had to walk 70 blocks back to their apt and brought a homeless lady with them, then at night tried to eat their paper cutter and drew all over the apt walls. Literally I have amnesia for the 2 out of 3 weeks I was in the hospital, went from 145 lb to 170 lb (now 158), lost my job (I had to move back home is more accurately), lost 2 art commission based contracts for a store, things are weird with my friend (we talk but it's very clear it's not the same). Did not mention money I spent (thankfully I had money in my banking acct to cover my credit card) plus wages lost and hosp bills along with student loans. So yeah I kinda know when it's time to prevent a bad scene from happening.

Sidebar: my mom (love her with all my heart) does not help (unknowingly). Car ride back talking about cooking for and eating out with my cousin, and the whole thing just got out of hand so every time I tried to explain something she would rebuttal but my rebuttal gets lost on her and she just rebuts the same thing so it's like an endless loop. Not raising my voice bit irritated sure but out of nowhere she says, "You're going crazy again you talk too much!"

...

Is this real life? Is this Life of Pi? kinda moment. Talking to my mom is like mine sweeper

Little background on me is I used to be (still am sometimes) a very introverted person who just held it in, let it go this too shall pass, and didn't voice their concerns or opinions because they didn't want to cause worry, get into arguments, or stir the pot so to speak. Well some years later of bullying, ostracization, and sexual harrassment 12 year old me was contemplating suicide with a locked bathroom and a can of Lysol and was ready to mail a suicide letter to my family. Didn't go through with it and just spent the rest of day crying my eyes out. Fast forward a couple weeks to new school term, ended up meeting my future BFF going 15 yrs strong.

Yeah life...kinda funny how it plays out.

TL;DR: Got my scripts for abilify :P
 
Welp I'm on a classic drunken night listening to punk music that ruled my high school experience.

I need a drastic change already. Screw my anxiety.
 
Oh, damn, called local linguistical school for German classes and they will do them each week at 5 pm and not in the evening, because they have all classrooms booked with other programs. That means that I would had to skip every second class due to work (i work till 7 pm when I work afternoon shift).

So, now to look for private tutor, which will be quite more expensive option :\

Seriously, fuck this worthless job.
 
Asked university to repeat 2 modules and therefore redo part of the final year after resits didn't go well because of depression. Exam board decided to give me a 'compensated pass' therefore I cannot return next year, which was what I was hoping to do. Now I have hardly any friends, no girlfriend, virgin at 23 and likely will be for a lot longer now that my social opportunities have dried up, and I live with even more self hatred than before. Fuck social anxiety and fuck my life. I'm beating myself up (literally).
 
Asked university to repeat 2 modules and therefore redo part of the final year after resits didn't go well because of depression. Exam board decided to give me a 'compensated pass' therefore I cannot return next year, which was what I was hoping to do. Now I have hardly any friends, no girlfriend, virgin at 23 and likely will be for a lot longer now that my social opportunities have dried up, and I live with even more self hatred than before. Fuck social anxiety and fuck my life. I'm beating myself up (literally).

Sorry to hear the board didn't give you the ruling you were hoping for. Also don't ever think that not having had sex by a certain age makes you less of a person. Whatever you mean by beating yourself up be it hitting yourself or anything else just stop please.
 
My uncle hanged himself this morning and it's affecting me a lot, not just because of his death but I've struggled with depression and suicidal ideation for a long time now. Seeing my mom's reaction to it is terrible.

Especially on World Suicide Prevention Day.
 
My uncle hanged himself this morning and it's affecting me a lot, not just because of his death but I've struggled with depression and suicidal ideation for a long time now. Seeing my mom's reaction to it is terrible.

Especially on World Suicide Prevention Day.

Sorry to hear what has happened. I know it will be hard but stay strong keep those thoughts at bay.
 
Just took my first dose of buspirone. I really, really, really hope this works. From what I've heard and read, it should only take 1-2 weeks to kick in, which is very nice compared to the 4-8 weeks of Lexapro.

I also decided to not start Zoloft until a few weeks of taking buspirone, partly so that I can finish my Lexapro taper before starting on a new drug, and partly so that I can feel the effects of buspirone by itself rather than both Zoloft and buspirone together so that I know how it's working.
 
It's almost been five years now. Five years of OCD. I'd like to say I learned a lot over the years and that I'm at a much better point of my life than five years ago, but that would be a lie. While I've learned a lot, it's actually become much worse. Early 2011 when it just started, I only had like one or two main thoughts that would bother me. A few minor thoughts here and there, but nothing too bad. Of course, back then, that was pretty horrible on its own. Mental illness was still new to me and the thoughts, combined with the anxiety, made me feel like I was going crazy. I remember feeling so alone. As if my entire family was just living their life, doing what they want, while I was stuck with obsessive thoughts every single day.

I'll never forget how it destroyed my life. Before 2011, I was a normal kid. A bit of a perfectionist but it never had any real impact on my life. I can't actually remember how it feels like, but I know I could live my life back then without experiencing intrusive thoughts. That hasn't been possible for me since it all started. Even on my good days, I will always have intrusive thoughts bothering me.

Now, the reason I am posting this is because right now, I'm feeling horrible again. I'm actually already on 200mg of sertraline (which I believe is Zoloft?) but I still feel awful. The anxiety is almost completely gone because of the meds, but the thoughts remain. They are much more difficult to fight. I do see my counselor every month or so, but while I am able to discuss the simple thoughts bothering me, I find it very difficult to explain the deeper issues. Not because I am ashamed of them (anything but) but because I simply can't find a way to explain a lot of my obsessions. Having obsessions is one thing, but not being able to explain some of them is even worse, in my opinion. I feel like I am extremely self conscious and there are so many things I notice, think about and obsess over. It never really ends.

But sometimes, it gets better. Sometimes, the obsessions move away a little and I'm able to live a bit more freely. During these periods, I still am quite self conscious, but I'm able to... enjoy life? It feels like only the major obsessions remain and the other stuff disappears. I can't explain why or how. It just happens. But not on its own. Usually it happens after I have fought my thoughts for like a week or two. But the moment I encounter something new... something bothering me... everything returns. It's like a neverending cycle and I really want it to stop, but I can't. I have no control over it.

Currently, I'm in one of my bad periods again and it's pretty... bad. I wake up, go to work, come home, browse the web a bit and go to bed. It's all I can do. During work, I think about SO much stuff all the time. I'm very self conscious and it's hard to focus on the job. It's like... I'm doing my job, but I'm very passive about it. It's hard to find motivation or initiative. I do what I need to do, but beyond that... not much else. It always happens during one of my bad periods. My life becomes extremely passive. I barely get through the day. I long for sleep because it's 8 hours of escaping this sad reality. Waking up can be hard, even after 8 hours of sleep.

The worst part is feeling so different. Seeing other people live their lives normally, being happy, cracking jokes at work. I find it hard to keep up my fake mask. And I'm so tired of having to do it, too. I tend to long for death every now and then. I just want it all to end. It feels so lonely. Even when I know a lot of people suffer from depression or OCD, I feel like my thoughts are way more specific than theirs and I always feel like I'll never get rid of my thoughts. It's as if my mind wants confirmation. It wants answers. It's as if my OCD would disappear if I could just get a few answers. But I know that's not true. I'll be obsessed until I die.
 
It's almost been five years now. Five years of OCD. I'd like to say I learned a lot over the years and that I'm at a much better point of my life than five years ago, but that would be a lie. While I've learned a lot, it's actually become much worse. Early 2011 when it just started, I only had like one or two main thoughts that would bother me. A few minor thoughts here and there, but nothing too bad. Of course, back then, that was pretty horrible on its own. Mental illness was still new to me and the thoughts, combined with the anxiety, made me feel like I was going crazy. I remember feeling so alone. As if my entire family was just living their life, doing what they want, while I was stuck with obsessive thoughts every single day.

I'll never forget how it destroyed my life. Before 2011, I was a normal kid. A bit of a perfectionist but it never had any real impact on my life. I can't actually remember how it feels like, but I know I could live my life back then without experiencing intrusive thoughts. That hasn't been possible for me since it all started. Even on my good days, I will always have intrusive thoughts bothering me.

Now, the reason I am posting this is because right now, I'm feeling horrible again. I'm actually already on 200mg of sertraline (which I believe is Zoloft?) but I still feel awful. The anxiety is almost completely gone because of the meds, but the thoughts remain. They are much more difficult to fight. I do see my counselor every month or so, but while I am able to discuss the simple thoughts bothering me, I find it very difficult to explain the deeper issues. Not because I am ashamed of them (anything but) but because I simply can't find a way to explain a lot of my obsessions. Having obsessions is one thing, but not being able to explain some of them is even worse, in my opinion. I feel like I am extremely self conscious and there are so many things I notice, think about and obsess over. It never really ends.

But sometimes, it gets better. Sometimes, the obsessions move away a little and I'm able to live a bit more freely. During these periods, I still am quite self conscious, but I'm able to... enjoy life? It feels like only the major obsessions remain and the other stuff disappears. I can't explain why or how. It just happens. But not on its own. Usually it happens after I have fought my thoughts for like a week or two. But the moment I encounter something new... something bothering me... everything returns. It's like a neverending cycle and I really want it to stop, but I can't. I have no control over it.

Currently, I'm in one of my bad periods again and it's pretty... bad. I wake up, go to work, come home, browse the web a bit and go to bed. It's all I can do. During work, I think about SO much stuff all the time. I'm very self conscious and it's hard to focus on the job. It's like... I'm doing my job, but I'm very passive about it. It's hard to find motivation or initiative. I do what I need to do, but beyond that... not much else. It always happens during one of my bad periods. My life becomes extremely passive. I barely get through the day. I long for sleep because it's 8 hours of escaping this sad reality. Waking up can be hard, even after 8 hours of sleep.

The worst part is feeling so different. Seeing other people live their lives normally, being happy, cracking jokes at work. I find it hard to keep up my fake mask. And I'm so tired of having to do it, too. I tend to long for death every now and then. I just want it all to end. It feels so lonely. Even when I know a lot of people suffer from depression or OCD, I feel like my thoughts are way more specific than theirs and I always feel like I'll never get rid of my thoughts. It's as if my mind wants confirmation. It wants answers. It's as if my OCD would disappear if I could just get a few answers. But I know that's not true. I'll be obsessed until I die.


I have severe I trusive thoughts and no compulsions help elimante the anxiety. I do had some subtle compulsions.

Luvox is the suppsodelt the most effective SSRI for OCD. Have you tried Luvox?

There is also a supplement called insoitol that was very effective for OCD. Studies say upto 19 grams were taken daily and around the 5 week mark it started becoming very effective.
I will be trying it very soon.

I will be doing some experimental therapy as wl an if I get results I will let you know.

OCD needs intensive therapy because you have to fix you brain circuitry . My doc says medicine alone isn't really effective.
 
So I mentioned that I was thinking about applying to new jobs while I was caught up in that incredibly anxiety-inducing weekend a few days back.
Anyways, I emailed the manager at my second job - Banana Republic, where I've worked for 5 years and I really enjoy it there (which is the only reason I'm still there) - and told him that I'd be applying to some management positions at other GAP Inc. stores in places I'd like to move to. He replied and said that instead of just applying, he would call around for me and speak to the hiring managers personally for me.
That's really cool of him and I think it'd give me an amazing chance of getting one of those jobs.

...However, now that it could probably work, I'm getting cold feet and thinking about how I most likely was hugely overreacting due to my anxiety. Would it really make any difference moving and getting a new job? Wouldn't my anxiety and depression follow me to any state and any job? Is it really wise to just effectively run away from this job after only being there a couple months and mostly enjoying it despite the immense amount of stress and the horrible work-life balance it provides?

I already emailed back my manager saying I appreciate it hugely, but I'll probably want to wait a tiny bit longer before going for it. I also said I wanted to talk with him in person about it. I respect him as a person and I think it'd be good to get his perspective on this situation.
It's so frustrating never being able to tell whether my opinion is legitimate or not. Like, are my problems coming from my brain or from my circumstances? It's so hard to tell. And without knowing, I can't solve the problem.
 
I'm sorry to hear that you're having some tough episodes, JK-Money. Are you receiving any mental health treatment?

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Not at the moment however I exercise on a regular basis, talk with my gf if not feeling well, just be able to explain to her and talk with her and having her be understanding really makes me feel better however i think i found the source of my anxiety/panic/depression episodes. I am only turning 27 however as I age I get a little worried. My mom suffered from bipolar when she was 30-31, I think when I think about it I get worried and think "what if i suffer from bipolar at that age" and I get panicky and terrified about me maybe one day dealing with that, even though it is not a fact. I am more scaring myself into a panic hole and afraid of nothing really. Just have to focus and look ahead and explain to myself that just because my mother dealt with it doesnt mean I will, relax and just self talk to myself and build up my confidence, and hey if something does happen there is support waiting to be used.
 
It's good to hear that you made it through unharmed, zsswimmer. Please, please, please pursue some care so that it doesn't happen again.

Thanks piano for constantly checking in on everyone's posts, I'm bad about doing it myself and tend to just post my own shit. I'm doing outpatient therapy right now for almost 9 hours a day, so I've been really busy and been in a good mood too. Anyone else on Abilify? Kinda strange to be on something like that, but at the same time it gives me a massive energy boost akin to vyvanse.. which is what I wasn't expecting on a drug of that type.
 
So I mentioned that I was thinking about applying to new jobs while I was caught up in that incredibly anxiety-inducing weekend a few days back.
Anyways, I emailed the manager at my second job - Banana Republic, where I've worked for 5 years and I really enjoy it there (which is the only reason I'm still there) - and told him that I'd be applying to some management positions at other GAP Inc. stores in places I'd like to move to. He replied and said that instead of just applying, he would call around for me and speak to the hiring managers personally for me.
That's really cool of him and I think it'd give me an amazing chance of getting one of those jobs.

...However, now that it could probably work, I'm getting cold feet and thinking about how I most likely was hugely overreacting due to my anxiety. Would it really make any difference moving and getting a new job? Wouldn't my anxiety and depression follow me to any state and any job? Is it really wise to just effectively run away from this job after only being there a couple months and mostly enjoying it despite the immense amount of stress and the horrible work-life balance it provides?

I already emailed back my manager saying I appreciate it hugely, but I'll probably want to wait a tiny bit longer before going for it. I also said I wanted to talk with him in person about it. I respect him as a person and I think it'd be good to get his perspective on this situation.
It's so frustrating never being able to tell whether my opinion is legitimate or not. Like, are my problems coming from my brain or from my circumstances? It's so hard to tell. And without knowing, I can't solve the problem.

Change is good. Simple and sweet. Worked at place for a year, one day they just transfer me without prior notice to a new location, got pissed because the U.I and P.O.S was not the same as my old store (basically things are done differently) fucking terrible 8 hours of like trying to learn a job on the first day without instruction. Next day, apologized that I would not be give 2 wk notice because it was on them that I was unprepared/never got notice that I was transferring and just was gonna quit. Manager said to stick around for 2 weeks while they got a replacement. Said no and left.
 
Change is good. Simple and sweet. Worked at place for a year, one day they just transfer me without prior notice to a new location, got pissed because the U.I and P.O.S was not the same as my old store (basically things are done differently) fucking terrible 8 hours of like trying to learn a job on the first day without instruction. Next day, apologized that I would not be give 2 wk notice because it was on them that I was unprepared/never got notice that I was transferring and just was gonna quit. Manager said to stick around for 2 weeks while they got a replacement. Said no and left.

Thanks for your input. I agree with that on the one hand, but on the other hand, I also know that part of me (basically the part of me that isn't anxiety and depression) enjoys this job quite a bit. It'd probably be for the best to stick with it a little while since it's my first management position and it'd be great for my resume. But on the other hand, the only kind of job I'd leave it for would be another management position with equal or higher pay, so I guess that might be a moot point. But the point still remains that I may get another job and still have to deal with the exact same extreme anxiety simply because it's in me rather than in the job.
 
Thanks piano for constantly checking in on everyone's posts, I'm bad about doing it myself and tend to just post my own shit. I'm doing outpatient therapy right now for almost 9 hours a day, so I've been really busy and been in a good mood too. Anyone else on Abilify? Kinda strange to be on something like that, but at the same time it gives me a massive energy boost akin to vyvanse.. which is what I wasn't expecting on a drug of that type.

Used to be on it, got too expensive because insurance changed so got off it for a bit, switched to generic, not effective and went from tier 1 to tier 3 drug also as big as a suppository :/ now on it again and will put up with $200/30 pills cause the other option is going crazy again.

Affects people differently but from my exp, better sleep usu straight or broken up but not fragmented (like early stage bipolar), control of over speech pattern and pace (when I get going on a subject I talk fast and excited but when I know I'm showing symptoms of onset manic attack, I talk faster and more erratic), my face tends to twitch when I get too "manic", you will get a burst of endorphin, adrenaline, just like whatever chemical and you'll feel like you just drank triple espresso and are cloud nine. This is normal and will subside when your body can properly regulate the stabilizers, suppressants, etc. Kinda like when you're exhausted and you eat something refreshing and sweet you feel a premium rush but it subsides the more you consume because your body gets used to it.

Not a doctor but I research relevant to random info of my liking (and have experience)
 
Thanks for your input. I agree with that on the one hand, but on the other hand, I also know that part of me (basically the part of me that isn't anxiety and depression) enjoys this job quite a bit. It'd probably be for the best to stick with it a little while since it's my first management position and it'd be great for my resume. But on the other hand, the only kind of job I'd leave it for would be another management position with equal or higher pay, so I guess that might be a moot point. But the point still remains that I may get another job and still have to deal with the exact same extreme anxiety simply because it's in me rather than in the job.

Yeah man just do what feels right for you. I mean if the current job accommodates for paid time off/sick leave to go to the doctor, it's fine. Now if they pull some shit like constantly going to the doctor is affecting your performance/your sick is making us uncomfortable than yeah it's time for the good ol "BYE FOREVEEEEEEEEEER!" response. Do not burn the bridge until you're on the other side with a job set up...unless there's a serial killer (old job giving you shit) after you and it's better to cut your loses
 
Hey GAF,

I apologize for the following Live Journal post, but I've become a bit depressed lately. I don't know what the purpose of this post is, maybe to vent, maybe to hear advice that I've heard before...

I'll start the story with my first ex-boyfriend. We had a great relationship, aside from not having sex as much as I would have liked. One night, after a day of pestering him to go see his family, which lives in south Texas and he never gets to see, I invite a friend over to watch TV (also a guy). I was not pushing him to leave town so that this friend could come over, but I could see how it seemed that way. I never mentioned to him that this friend was coming over, because I didn't think that it mattered, until around two in the morning. This, rightfully so, made him angry. He lost most of his trust in me and took to snooping through my phone and FaceBook messages while I was out of the house, where he found things that I admit I should not have said. I tend to be very flirty, even when in a relationship, though I don't mean anything by it. I slipped up and told this friend about serious issues that my then current boyfriend had earlier in his life. My friend has a psych degree and had an ex that went through similar things, so I thought it would be OK to talk about.

Fast forward a few months later. I am incredibly unhappy in my relation and break it off with my boyfriend in April. Again, my intention was not to get with anyone, but two days later I end up staying the night with the friend (Boyfriend B) that came over to watch TV with me. Soon enough we get into a relationship and all seems well. Boyfriend B tells me the issues that he has had with his exes, such as sharing pics (lets say SnapChat), being cheated on, and what have you. Before we are "officially" boyfriends, I did get on SnapChat and I did send inappropriate pictures. This was after a time where we new we had feelings for each other and were exclusive, but were saying that we weren't so that we could hit some artificial "time between relationships" that we had set for me. I never told him about this. In February of this year I met some people from the local Gaymer group that lived near me, so we started to hang out. The two people were very open, even in their relationships, and did things like cuddle and have sex with each other. I will admit to cuddling once, and comparing our dicks once, but it never went further than that (as if that isn't bad enough).

All of these issues come to roost when I accidentally leave my phone at home one day. He knew my password and, at the time, had an inclination that something was going on, so naturally he went through my texts. I can't blame him for doing this, because honestly, I would do the same thing if I thought that my boyfriend was cheating on me. Through this entire situation I talk off and on with Boyfriend A, never really allowing myself to get over my feelings for him.

At one point we break up, wait a week, and I write him a long letter about how I always turn things around on him and pretend like they are his problems, how I am very petty about stupid things (he wasn't an Angel!), how I loved him so much, how sorry I was for this whole mess and how bad of a boyfriend I had been. He read the letter over and over again, crying every time. I was very sincere.

In July of this year, Boyfriend B finds out that I deleted a few of my text messages from one of my college friends (also a gay guy) that I thought he would not like. I will say that it is how my group of friends talk, but I should have taken into consideration how my boyfriend (who I love) felt about it. A relationship isn't worth throwing away over a friend you see once a year. I tried giving him the power to block what websites I go to (stop the picture sharing) and took the PIN off of my phone so that he could read it at any time. He asked me what the point was if I deleted texts, and he was again correct about it.

He comes to my house one night where I proceed to break it off. He asks me to go to couples counseling, to which I told him that he wasn't worth it. I fucking told him that our relationship was not worth it. We had our issues, but who doesn't? He loved me, even though I had done the things that I did, and I told him he was not worth my effort. Thinking about it now makes me feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.

Fast forward two weeks. I had already moved in, more or less, with Boyfriend A, again, not giving myself enough time to get over Boyfriend B. As of yesterday, I have moved back into my place, but am still in a relationship with Boyfriend A. I have no idea what I am doing anymore, and have no idea how to proceed. I've set up an appointment with a counselor (why couldn't I have done this when Boyfriend B asked?) because I need guidance. I am putting myself in the exact same position that I have been in for the last two or three years. I do not think about the consequences that my actions have on people and only think for me, in the moment.

I have absolutely destroyed the people that I love, and ruined their confidence in me. I feel like I am extremely untrustworthy. I have sat on my couch the last three nights crying for hours because of how bad I have screwed over these two guys, and how I would still be happy if I wasn't such a fuck up.
 
Hey GAF,

I apologize for the following Live Journal post, but I've become a bit depressed lately. I don't know what the purpose of this post is, maybe to vent, maybe to hear advice that I've heard before...

I'll start the story with my first ex-boyfriend. We had a great relationship, aside from not having sex as much as I would have liked. One night, after a day of pestering him to go see his family, which lives in south Texas and he never gets to see, I invite a friend over to watch TV (also a guy). I was not pushing him to leave town so that this friend could come over, but I could see how it seemed that way. I never mentioned to him that this friend was coming over, because I didn't think that it mattered, until around two in the morning. This, rightfully so, made him angry. He lost most of his trust in me and took to snooping through my phone and FaceBook messages while I was out of the house, where he found things that I admit I should not have said. I tend to be very flirty, even when in a relationship, though I don't mean anything by it. I slipped up and told this friend about serious issues that my then current boyfriend had earlier in his life. My friend has a psych degree and had an ex that went through similar things, so I thought it would be OK to talk about.

Fast forward a few months later. I am incredibly unhappy in my relation and break it off with my boyfriend in April. Again, my intention was not to get with anyone, but two days later I end up staying the night with the friend (Boyfriend B) that came over to watch TV with me. Soon enough we get into a relationship and all seems well. Boyfriend B tells me the issues that he has had with his exes, such as sharing pics (lets say SnapChat), being cheated on, and what have you. Before we are "officially" boyfriends, I did get on SnapChat and I did send inappropriate pictures. This was after a time where we new we had feelings for each other and were exclusive, but were saying that we weren't so that we could hit some artificial "time between relationships" that we had set for me. I never told him about this. In February of this year I met some people from the local Gaymer group that lived near me, so we started to hang out. The two people were very open, even in their relationships, and did things like cuddle and have sex with each other. I will admit to cuddling once, and comparing our dicks once, but it never went further than that (as if that isn't bad enough).

All of these issues come to roost when I accidentally leave my phone at home one day. He knew my password and, at the time, had an inclination that something was going on, so naturally he went through my texts. I can't blame him for doing this, because honestly, I would do the same thing if I thought that my boyfriend was cheating on me. Through this entire situation I talk off and on with Boyfriend A, never really allowing myself to get over my feelings for him.

At one point we break up, wait a week, and I write him a long letter about how I always turn things around on him and pretend like they are his problems, how I am very petty about stupid things (he wasn't an Angel!), how I loved him so much, how sorry I was for this whole mess and how bad of a boyfriend I had been. He read the letter over and over again, crying every time. I was very sincere.

In July of this year, Boyfriend B finds out that I deleted a few of my text messages from one of my college friends (also a gay guy) that I thought he would not like. I will say that it is how my group of friends talk, but I should have taken into consideration how my boyfriend (who I love) felt about it. A relationship isn't worth throwing away over a friend you see once a year. I tried giving him the power to block what websites I go to (stop the picture sharing) and took the PIN off of my phone so that he could read it at any time. He asked me what the point was if I deleted texts, and he was again correct about it.

He comes to my house one night where I proceed to break it off. He asks me to go to couples counseling, to which I told him that he wasn't worth it. I fucking told him that our relationship was not worth it. We had our issues, but who doesn't? He loved me, even though I had done the things that I did, and I told him he was not worth my effort. Thinking about it now makes me feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.

Fast forward two weeks. I had already moved in, more or less, with Boyfriend A, again, not giving myself enough time to get over Boyfriend B. As of yesterday, I have moved back into my place, but am still in a relationship with Boyfriend A. I have no idea what I am doing anymore, and have no idea how to proceed. I've set up an appointment with a counselor (why couldn't I have done this when Boyfriend B asked?) because I need guidance. I am putting myself in the exact same position that I have been in for the last two or three years. I do not think about the consequences that my actions have on people and only think for me, in the moment.

I have absolutely destroyed the people that I love, and ruined their confidence in me. I feel like I am extremely untrustworthy. I have sat on my couch the last three nights crying for hours because of how bad I have screwed over these two guys, and how I would still be happy if I wasn't such a fuck up.
Send him a link to this this thread. Maybe he'll feel bad and forgive you.

If it makes you feel any better, you seem to be able to move on quickly and that's realistically the only thing that can be done in a situation where you violate the trust of someone who told you they had trust issues.
 
I think im going to drop out of college after this semester.

Its not worth the risk, and the only futures i can envision for myself after graduation are death, or teaching english in some 3rd world to hide from debt collectors.
 
I tried to hurt myself a few weeks ago. I thought I was getting better since then, but last night I broke down.

Tried to call one of those phone lines, but when the guy on the other end of the phone picked up, I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I hung up.

I know I shouldn't be talking about my problems on the internet, because it invites "just kill urself" responses, but everyone around me is tired of seeing me like this. They haven't said that, exactly, but I'm self aware enough to know when I'm being a burden.
 
I know I shouldn't be talking about my problems on the internet, because it invites "just kill urself" responses, but everyone around me is tired of seeing me like this. They haven't said that, exactly, but I'm self aware enough to know when I'm being a burden.
That might be true for other sites on the Internet, but no one would say something like that on gaf. Especially not in this thread. If you need someone to talk feel free to send me a message!
 
Yeah, I don't recall seeing a single rude or dismissive post in this thread. And if that did happen the person would likely be banned. Everyone here is really supportive and it's great.
 
That might be true for other sites on the Internet, but no one would say something like that on gaf. Especially not in this thread.

Yeah, I don't recall seeing a single rude or dismissive post in this thread. And if that did happen the person would likely be banned. Everyone here is really supportive and it's great.

Thanks for the responses. It's rare to find a safe spot on the internet.

If you need someone to talk feel free to send me a message!

I appreciate that, but also know myself well enough to know I probably won't reach out. Thanks, though. I do appreciate it.
 
just kind of need to vent right now. i get extremely bad anxiety after a night of drinking. i went out last night with friends and tore it up. i also broke up with my girlfriend yesterday morning. i was fine yesterday, but now i'm sitting at work freaking out about it because of the extreme anxiety i have. it's taking everything i have in me not to contact her. i have to get up early tomorrow morning and take a train to nyc, so i'm going to end up sitting around my apartment alone tonight. it's going to be brutal. this sucks.
 
I'm in a weird place right now.

Maybe I'll regret this, as my RL name is my username, but hey.

I've probably had recurring depression for a few years. I've had days where I've been really close to doing something stupid. I've had far more days where I've really wished I'd do something stupid. And in general I am a negative person who always thinks the worst about myself. It's hard for me to look on the bright side. I have Aspergers Syndrome, so it's flat out hard for me to operate in most environments. I love really organised predictable days and I really rarely get that. So I get stressed, something goes wrong, I get really sad and that over the years has fed into this massive self-hate ball.

I got made unemployed at Christmas last year. My depression got a lot worse and I began planning. I eventually went to my local GP. They forwarded me to a CBT team who were extremely unhelpful. I started at a new job a couple of months later, and this is the thing that both snapped me out of my major depression and has ultimatly made it worse. Although I liked some things about my new job, I quickly realised I had made a major mistake not accepting a recall offer from my earlier job. I was travelling far further for less money. But, I thought, hey, I'm expanding my CV.

Then they made me move jobs.

They were unhappy with my performance on my team. They thought that, as I have AS, I'd suit a more predictable role. Of course, I have depression as well as AS, but they'd already heavily botched the AS handling (nobody read my disability info, nobody chased me up on it, then they swept it under the rug and used it as an excuse for weekly performance appraisals) so I decided not to tell them.

The new job they placed me in was still technically related to my old job, but was, and is, so mind-numbingly trivial and dull that I cannot work well in the environment. I'm insanely bored, I know I'm failing because I'm insanely bored, I know I'm going to get sacked in a few weeks and I know this is all my fault.

So the depression has kinda come back hard. But instead of getting down, I just kind of feel robotic. Like I've put all my emotions in a bag and only pull them out when I want them for something.

Having a more clinical look at the situation has lead me to make the decision to quit my job next week and do something else with my life. But that is a dramatic step. And I know that, even if I quit, feeling miserable, procrastinating, the desire to escape and withdraw - they're all gonna still be there, blocking me in like a baby surrounded by big black dogs.

I've already tried my GP once. I don't think I'm a serious risk of stringing myself up, but I just feel so down, angry at myself, negative and cold. Putting on a jokey front and trying to have fun just doesn't work.

So basically I've hit a really hollow stage of my life and I don't know what to do. Maybe quitting is the best choice? Maybe it's just my brain wanting to lash out at something and take my career down with it?

I just want to be motivated and hard-working. I want to like being me. But all that seems so impossible. Like I am damned to this situation and I'll never escape it. :(

Sorry for the ramble. Stay safe everyone!
 
Whats so great about living when death is much better. heaven must be grand or at the very least better than here.

my birthday is coming up and im probably going to be spending it sitting in the library alone writing about how i hate my life in a journal. if i have the courage maybe jump in front of a train hopefully. come to think of it i will be spending all holidays alone. funny how i never had a boyfriend in my life i must be a horrible ugly person. i definitely been rejected more times than i can count. probably spend all of 2016 alone as well. so why am i not dead and enjoying heaven or even hell, i dont know. i think i will focus on dying this month as my new goal. there isnt anything in life for me.

kind of stupid but i would like to just kiss a guy on my birthday but that wont happen.

before i used to think what my death would do to my mother, now i just dont care, my life or death isnt for her. i shouldnt have to suffer through life to please her.
 
Whats so great about living when death is much better. heaven must be grand or at the very least better than here.

my birthday is coming up and im probably going to be spending it sitting in the library alone writing about how i hate my life in a journal. if i have the courage maybe jump in front of a train hopefully. come to think of it i will be spending all holidays alone. funny how i never had a boyfriend in my life i must be a horrible ugly person. i definitely been rejected more times than i can count. probably spend all of 2016 alone as well. so why am i not dead and enjoying heaven or even hell, i dont know. i think i will focus on dying this month as my new goal. there isnt anything in life for me.

kind of stupid but i would like to just kiss a guy on my birthday but that wont happen.

before i used to think what my death would do to my mother, now i just dont care, my life or death isnt for her. i shouldnt have to suffer through life to please her.

Hoping this is sarcasm, I know better and it's 99.99% not. Don't do it, it's a permanent "solution" to a temporary problem. To quote V for Vendetta:
"I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again."

Stay safe and don't let others define you. You are not alone.
 
Hey GAF,

I apologize for the following Live Journal post, but I've become a bit depressed lately. I don't know what the purpose of this post is, maybe to vent, maybe to hear advice that I've heard before...

I'll start the story with my first ex-boyfriend. We had a great relationship, aside from not having sex as much as I would have liked. One night, after a day of pestering him to go see his family, which lives in south Texas and he never gets to see, I invite a friend over to watch TV (also a guy). I was not pushing him to leave town so that this friend could come over, but I could see how it seemed that way. I never mentioned to him that this friend was coming over, because I didn't think that it mattered, until around two in the morning. This, rightfully so, made him angry. He lost most of his trust in me and took to snooping through my phone and FaceBook messages while I was out of the house, where he found things that I admit I should not have said. I tend to be very flirty, even when in a relationship, though I don't mean anything by it. I slipped up and told this friend about serious issues that my then current boyfriend had earlier in his life. My friend has a psych degree and had an ex that went through similar things, so I thought it would be OK to talk about.

Fast forward a few months later. I am incredibly unhappy in my relation and break it off with my boyfriend in April. Again, my intention was not to get with anyone, but two days later I end up staying the night with the friend (Boyfriend B) that came over to watch TV with me. Soon enough we get into a relationship and all seems well. Boyfriend B tells me the issues that he has had with his exes, such as sharing pics (lets say SnapChat), being cheated on, and what have you. Before we are "officially" boyfriends, I did get on SnapChat and I did send inappropriate pictures. This was after a time where we new we had feelings for each other and were exclusive, but were saying that we weren't so that we could hit some artificial "time between relationships" that we had set for me. I never told him about this. In February of this year I met some people from the local Gaymer group that lived near me, so we started to hang out. The two people were very open, even in their relationships, and did things like cuddle and have sex with each other. I will admit to cuddling once, and comparing our dicks once, but it never went further than that (as if that isn't bad enough).

All of these issues come to roost when I accidentally leave my phone at home one day. He knew my password and, at the time, had an inclination that something was going on, so naturally he went through my texts. I can't blame him for doing this, because honestly, I would do the same thing if I thought that my boyfriend was cheating on me. Through this entire situation I talk off and on with Boyfriend A, never really allowing myself to get over my feelings for him.

At one point we break up, wait a week, and I write him a long letter about how I always turn things around on him and pretend like they are his problems, how I am very petty about stupid things (he wasn't an Angel!), how I loved him so much, how sorry I was for this whole mess and how bad of a boyfriend I had been. He read the letter over and over again, crying every time. I was very sincere.

In July of this year, Boyfriend B finds out that I deleted a few of my text messages from one of my college friends (also a gay guy) that I thought he would not like. I will say that it is how my group of friends talk, but I should have taken into consideration how my boyfriend (who I love) felt about it. A relationship isn't worth throwing away over a friend you see once a year. I tried giving him the power to block what websites I go to (stop the picture sharing) and took the PIN off of my phone so that he could read it at any time. He asked me what the point was if I deleted texts, and he was again correct about it.

He comes to my house one night where I proceed to break it off. He asks me to go to couples counseling, to which I told him that he wasn't worth it. I fucking told him that our relationship was not worth it. We had our issues, but who doesn't? He loved me, even though I had done the things that I did, and I told him he was not worth my effort. Thinking about it now makes me feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.

Fast forward two weeks. I had already moved in, more or less, with Boyfriend A, again, not giving myself enough time to get over Boyfriend B. As of yesterday, I have moved back into my place, but am still in a relationship with Boyfriend A. I have no idea what I am doing anymore, and have no idea how to proceed. I've set up an appointment with a counselor (why couldn't I have done this when Boyfriend B asked?) because I need guidance. I am putting myself in the exact same position that I have been in for the last two or three years. I do not think about the consequences that my actions have on people and only think for me, in the moment.

I have absolutely destroyed the people that I love, and ruined their confidence in me. I feel like I am extremely untrustworthy. I have sat on my couch the last three nights crying for hours because of how bad I have screwed over these two guys, and how I would still be happy if I wasn't such a fuck up.

Stay with a third party unaffiliated with both Boyfriend A and B, rebounding to one or the other even if you are on seemingly good terms is a bad move. It's like Stockholm Syndrome or something. Stay with a fellow gaffer, psychologist friend, family, anyone else and sort things out. Never let someone make you feel like you fucked it all up if it's clear to others you didn't, the real fucker upper is the person playing victim.

Stay safe, stay well, stay alive
 
Ah fuck. Of course I had to stalk her on facebook with my fake account. She had a photo shooting yesterday and she looks so fucking beautiful. I also know that she is shopping in Frankfurt with the new guy right now. I'm glad that I currently can't contact her because I would only whine about how much I miss her.

Luckily there is a big party tonight that should be able to distract me.
 
Hey GAF,

I apologize for the following Live Journal post, but I've become a bit depressed lately. I don't know what the purpose of this post is, maybe to vent, maybe to hear advice that I've heard before...

I have absolutely destroyed the people that I love, and ruined their confidence in me. I feel like I am extremely untrustworthy. I have sat on my couch the last three nights crying for hours because of how bad I have screwed over these two guys, and how I would still be happy if I wasn't such a fuck up.

You know, I'm gay myself and this is just an observation that I've had, a lot of us just seem not ready for serious relationships and that's ok. It seems like you just want to fuck around and it doesn't make you a bad person.. so play around, flirt online and compare dicks but you shouldn't rush into a relationship until you're sure you've met the right person. I feel like you could've saved yourself (and your boyfriends) a lot of hurt by just taking things more casually.
 
I've been lurking this thread for awhile on and off and reading all these stories makes me not feel alone. At the same time it makes me realize just how much I have going on in my head..... I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for by posting this. Maybe typing this stuff out may help. I'm not sure.

Let me start by saying I have a steady income, I have a wonderful fiancee, and a roof over my head with a working budget. Things are fairly steady and safe but the reality is.....

I was born with a club foot which causes me physical pain on the daily. It has led me to be overweight. I struggle daily just getting out of bed. I have so many wants but this one thing holds me back so far. I just don't want to be in pain. I get the occasional prescription pain pill that takes it all away but.. I don't want to become addicted, that's a whole new problem in itself. Doctors wont prescribe me anything thankfully, they don't want to treat the pain, simply tell me to lose weight, and wont do anything drastic. Many "second opinions" all the same. Needless to say this is the source of the hopelessness I often feel. I'm stuck with this and it grows worse every day.

I also have overwhelming student loans (can only afford minimum payments, a third of my current income for the next 30 years) and a failed career. My college education is seemingly useless and I have been unable to find a job in my field for over 5 years. I have given up finding a job in the field. I make enough money delivering pizza (I love the job) to live a poverty level lifestyle due to the student loans but..... So many people tell me to " get a real job". I don't want a desk job again, ill get fatter, which is how i got this big in the first place. I cant do more physical jobs because of the club foot. I can't physically handle more than one job. This is a nice middle ground where I'm moderately active so that I don't gain weight but I'm still stricken with debilitating pain daily. I have no drive because I'm so limited in what I can do.

I loathe my student loans to no end. Its an endless stream of stress. Every monthly payment is a chunk of my soul down the drain. So much money being thrown away. I can start a family if I didn't have these loans. My fiancee and I can purchase a house without these loans. I can afford all the things I want in life without these loans. I have to wait 30 years for this though. No way out, I'm trapped.

I literally have no idea how to move up in life. Its to the point where I can honestly say I'm ok with delivering pizza the rest of my life. I can budget and pull it off. Yet everyone around me sees me going no where and keeps prodding me to "find a real job". My mind puts my future hopes and dreams on my fiancee. She will have to be the successful one. I tried and failed and am in such a deep hole I can only stay afloat while slowly withering away.

I shut down emotionally when I am in pain. I literally cannot cry, haven't since I was 13. I just don't care about anything. My top priority is not being in pain. I put myself first. It has caused a noticeable rift with my fiancee. She feels I don't put her first. My constant survival instinct says "DUH, survival". She doesn't understand. She wants me to be more romantic and emotional with her but... sometimes I can't. I do things but it just feels like it isn't enough. The few times I'm not in pain my mood radically improves, it often feels manic in nature. She loves these times and gets the attention she deserves but it sets an expectation that I can't always live up to. It hurts because I love her so much and she is so dedicated. I can only hope she stays this dedicated when I lose my ability to walk on my own.

Some days helplessness/hopelessness is so overwhelming I don't function. Maybe once or twice a month. I can't get out of bed. I have no drive. I'm in too much pain. My future feels bleak and I see my degenerated future self losing control. Hell I'm sitting here typing this with a ball of acid in my stomach making me feel sick just thinking about all this.

I don't know what to do. People give me advice. I run it through my head then give them 20 reasons why it won't work due to past experience. Its all logical and I can prove it to them but its a self destructive thought process.

I never feel comfortable taking risks anymore. It's how I got to this point and I severely regret some of the decisions I've made, like going to college.

I don't know GAF. I feel like so much more is expected of me but I can't do it. I was always so successful and smart up until 2010. I didn't know failure. People still think this of me and think its just a phase. I was arrogant. Now that I know failure I don't know how to recover. Is it ok to feel ok with how things are now? Do I cave to the pressures everyone sets on me? Or do I stick with how I have things managed now, its safe and I can continue to survive this way.....

I've read this 20 times over. Thought about deleting it all but I always do that with my thoughts. I bottle it up and then it overcomes me. Not this time...

Think I can finally get to sleep, hopefully enough to recover enough for tonight's shift. My mind seems to have slowed down for now....
 
Finally having a good day today. It feels so good. The only thing that changed is I had some coffee for the first time in a while, and instead of giving anxiety like it has been doing lately, it gave me energy (and thus enthusiasm and excitement and happiness).
Also had my first staff meeting as a general manager today. It went so well. My staff unanimously voted me employee of the month (which was slightly embarrassing since it's supposed to be for them, but it was really heartwarming nonetheless) and also all thanked me for being a great manager. It felt really nice to be genuinely appreciated by them, since I do try really hard to do good by them.

So yeah, finally a good day. Hopefully they continue.
 
Not at the moment however I exercise on a regular basis, talk with my gf if not feeling well, just be able to explain to her and talk with her and having her be understanding really makes me feel better however i think i found the source of my anxiety/panic/depression episodes. I am only turning 27 however as I age I get a little worried. My mom suffered from bipolar when she was 30-31, I think when I think about it I get worried and think "what if i suffer from bipolar at that age" and I get panicky and terrified about me maybe one day dealing with that, even though it is not a fact. I am more scaring myself into a panic hole and afraid of nothing really. Just have to focus and look ahead and explain to myself that just because my mother dealt with it doesnt mean I will, relax and just self talk to myself and build up my confidence, and hey if something does happen there is support waiting to be used.

First of all, it's great that you're able to keep up an exercise habit, JK-Money, and be open with your girlfriend. That being said, it still might be worth pursuing formal treatment at some point, especially if things continue to be tough. Fear for one's own health can be a heavy, heavy anxiety and one wonders whether its something you could unravel with a therapist.

In the mean time, you're right that you're not there yet, so I hope you're able to find a way to keep your head on straight.

Thanks piano for constantly checking in on everyone's posts, I'm bad about doing it myself and tend to just post my own shit. I'm doing outpatient therapy right now for almost 9 hours a day, so I've been really busy and been in a good mood too. Anyone else on Abilify? Kinda strange to be on something like that, but at the same time it gives me a massive energy boost akin to vyvanse.. which is what I wasn't expecting on a drug of that type.

There's no obligation to reply to others' posts or anything, so don't worry about it! I'm glad to hear that you're getting extensive outpatient treatment. Has it been useful to you thus far?

Also, I was on Abilify a while ago and it also gave me a pretty massive energy boost. Hopefully it'll level off so you're able to sleep! Keep us posted if you're able and willing :)

Is this real life? Is this Life of Pi? kinda moment. Talking to my mom is like mine sweeper

Little background on me is I used to be (still am sometimes) a very introverted person who just held it in, let it go this too shall pass, and didn't voice their concerns or opinions because they didn't want to cause worry, get into arguments, or stir the pot so to speak. Well some years later of bullying, ostracization, and sexual harrassment 12 year old me was contemplating suicide with a locked bathroom and a can of Lysol and was ready to mail a suicide letter to my family. Didn't go through with it and just spent the rest of day crying my eyes out. Fast forward a couple weeks to new school term, ended up meeting my future BFF going 15 yrs strong.

Yeah life...kinda funny how it plays out.

TL;DR: Got my scripts for abilify :P

Those do sound like some really intense mood fluctuations, BSoL. Hopefully Abilify will help with that, but watch out to make sure it's not pushing you into another intense period - it can be a really "activating" medication that can bring with it a big boost in energy, which is good or bad depending on your needs. Know that if it doesn't work there are many, many options out there for mood stabilization and certainly something will work for you.

Welp I'm on a classic drunken night listening to punk music that ruled my high school experience.

I need a drastic change already. Screw my anxiety.

What sort of drastic change? Got anything in mind?

Oh, damn, called local linguistical school for German classes and they will do them each week at 5 pm and not in the evening, because they have all classrooms booked with other programs. That means that I would had to skip every second class due to work (i work till 7 pm when I work afternoon shift).

So, now to look for private tutor, which will be quite more expensive option :\

Seriously, fuck this worthless job.

Ack, that's a drag, DrM, sorry to hear it. Is there no option for switching shifts at your job?
Also, private tutor could have its upsides!

Asked university to repeat 2 modules and therefore redo part of the final year after resits didn't go well because of depression. Exam board decided to give me a 'compensated pass' therefore I cannot return next year, which was what I was hoping to do. Now I have hardly any friends, no girlfriend, virgin at 23 and likely will be for a lot longer now that my social opportunities have dried up, and I live with even more self hatred than before. Fuck social anxiety and fuck my life. I'm beating myself up (literally).

I'm sorry to hear you ddin't get the result you were hoping for, Royal_Phalanx, but I'm a little confused. Were friends / a girlfriend / sex things you were all planning to get while in school? If so, I can assure you that there are plenty, plenty of opportunities for all three outside of your undergraduate years, though it takes 15% more effort to find them. Do you have any plan for what you're doing next?

My uncle hanged himself this morning and it's affecting me a lot, not just because of his death but I've struggled with depression and suicidal ideation for a long time now. Seeing my mom's reaction to it is terrible.

Especially on World Suicide Prevention Day.

I'm so sorry for your loss, OEK. I must imagine it is difficult in a way I cannot truly understand. I hope you are able to find solace and understanding with your emotions soon. My condolences.

The worst part is feeling so different. Seeing other people live their lives normally, being happy, cracking jokes at work. I find it hard to keep up my fake mask. And I'm so tired of having to do it, too. I tend to long for death every now and then. I just want it all to end. It feels so lonely. Even when I know a lot of people suffer from depression or OCD, I feel like my thoughts are way more specific than theirs and I always feel like I'll never get rid of my thoughts. It's as if my mind wants confirmation. It wants answers. It's as if my OCD would disappear if I could just get a few answers. But I know that's not true. I'll be obsessed until I die.

Dawg, I've never had OCD so I cannot offer you any truly first-hand experience or advice, unfortunately, but I have two questions:
1. Is your Zoloft meant to treat your OCD? I've always understood it as more of an anxiety or depression medication, though a similar medication like Luvox is supposed to help with OCD (as mentioned above).
2. Is there any possibility of seeing your counselor more than once per month? My understanding is that intensive therapy can help greatly with managing OCD symptoms, and I would imagine that such an arrangement would have you meeting once per week or more.

I have absolutely destroyed the people that I love, and ruined their confidence in me. I feel like I am extremely untrustworthy. I have sat on my couch the last three nights crying for hours because of how bad I have screwed over these two guys, and how I would still be happy if I wasn't such a fuck up.

You're not a fuck up. You're a human being. You've hurt other people, and that is okay. That is how we learn, and its those experiences that we carry forward while we grow and change. If you're able to see how you've hurt others then you're already on a good path to learning from the experience. Unfortunately, there is no real "easy" way into learning; you'll have to sit with your difficult emotions, feel them, think about them, sort through them, and make sense of them. Going through some real shit is what makes us well rounded people.

That being said, if you feel you're having trouble sorting through things on your own, or that you're suffering an unreasonable amount then counseling or therapy are always options. There are undoubtedly options covered through your school at a counseling center or similar set up.

Time heals wounds and gives perspective. Once you're a bit healed and have a bit more perspective it may be possible to rebuild bridges with people, make amends, and generally tie up loose ends. It's hard to do when you're still in the thick of it, though. In the wise words of Ben Folds: time takes time, you know.

Damn, can't sleep. Sometimes happens when I have caffeine. Up till 4am!

Yeah, I had to cut caffeine post 12PM for that reason. It's lame, I know!

Did I just...


Did I just get back into University?

Oh my god. This is insane...

:D

I think im going to drop out of college after this semester.

Its not worth the risk, and the only futures i can envision for myself after graduation are death, or teaching english in some 3rd world to hide from debt collectors.

I'm sorry if I've missed something, but what is the risk? I saw your thread on student debt recently, but my impression was that there still are other options for you so as to not accrue a massive amount of debt that you're unable to pay off.

Also, South Korea or France are hardly the third world, and I know people teaching English in both, having a wonderful time! I sort of wish I had done the same myself. It would've been hell, I'm sure, but at least I'd learn a lot and grow from it.

What are you studying? I seem to remember it being Law?

I tried to hurt myself a few weeks ago. I thought I was getting better since then, but last night I broke down.

Tried to call one of those phone lines, but when the guy on the other end of the phone picked up, I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I hung up.

I know I shouldn't be talking about my problems on the internet, because it invites "just kill urself" responses, but everyone around me is tired of seeing me like this. They haven't said that, exactly, but I'm self aware enough to know when I'm being a burden.

As others have said, you certainly won't hear things like that in this thread, or usually on NeoGAF at all.
Have you been able to make any sense of why you have so much trouble opening up to others about your problems, mat?
I hope the past few days have been better.

just kind of need to vent right now. i get extremely bad anxiety after a night of drinking. i went out last night with friends and tore it up. i also broke up with my girlfriend yesterday morning. i was fine yesterday, but now i'm sitting at work freaking out about it because of the extreme anxiety i have. it's taking everything i have in me not to contact her. i have to get up early tomorrow morning and take a train to nyc, so i'm going to end up sitting around my apartment alone tonight. it's going to be brutal. this sucks.

I'm sorry you're having a tough time, Mike Haggar. Perhaps it's worth taking a break from drinking for a while - it definitely kicks up anxiety in a big way. As far as your break up, instead of contacting her you could sit down and write out everything you want to say to her, perhaps in the format of a letter. This way you (a) get it out (b) think it over and reread it and (c) have it all put together in case you end up actually wanting to tell her everything you're thinking.

It can help in these sorts of situations to rehearse your thoughts and feelings a bit.

Also you're the coolest mayor ever.

So the depression has kinda come back hard. But instead of getting down, I just kind of feel robotic. Like I've put all my emotions in a bag and only pull them out when I want them for something.

Having a more clinical look at the situation has lead me to make the decision to quit my job next week and do something else with my life. But that is a dramatic step. And I know that, even if I quit, feeling miserable, procrastinating, the desire to escape and withdraw - they're all gonna still be there, blocking me in like a baby surrounded by big black dogs.

I've already tried my GP once. I don't think I'm a serious risk of stringing myself up, but I just feel so down, angry at myself, negative and cold. Putting on a jokey front and trying to have fun just doesn't work.

So basically I've hit a really hollow stage of my life and I don't know what to do. Maybe quitting is the best choice? Maybe it's just my brain wanting to lash out at something and take my career down with it?

I just want to be motivated and hard-working. I want to like being me. But all that seems so impossible. Like I am damned to this situation and I'll never escape it. :(

Sorry for the ramble. Stay safe everyone!

It sounds like you're having some larger questions of meaning, value and purpose, HD, and I wonder whether it'd be beneficial to discuss those things with a therapist, rather than your GP? Have you looked into therapists or mental health treatment at all? Therapy isn't just something for the emotionally deficient, or insane, or three legged or whatever, it's for any and all of us who need some help sorting through our thoughts and feelings, whether it be temporarily or otherwise. I think it's sort of a given that human beings will go through periods of questioning everything and it's very valuable to explore the roots of those feelings so that they don't swamp you quite as much when they inevitably return.

I don't know GAF. I feel like so much more is expected of me but I can't do it. I was always so successful and smart up until 2010. I didn't know failure. People still think this of me and think its just a phase. I was arrogant. Now that I know failure I don't know how to recover. Is it ok to feel ok with how things are now? Do I cave to the pressures everyone sets on me? Or do I stick with how I have things managed now, its safe and I can continue to survive this way.....

I've read this 20 times over. Thought about deleting it all but I always do that with my thoughts. I bottle it up and then it overcomes me. Not this time...

Think I can finally get to sleep, hopefully enough to recover enough for tonight's shift. My mind seems to have slowed down for now....

Exhumed, I'm sorry to hear that you're in such debilitating pain and a tight financial situation. It's difficult to offer specific advice about career and the such without knowing what you studied / your skill set / your career ambitions; it's up to you whether you feel comfortable sharing those. Is it such that you can apply for any sort of disability benefit, or assistance of some other kind? Does your pizza job keep you active because you're walking to and from deliveries? Certainly in this wide world there must be at least a few other jobs or career fields that cater to your needs.

Personally, I hear your feelings of hopelessness and failure as somewhat separated from your physical pain and career troubles. They are linked, yes, but feelings of failure and hopelessness are ultimately reactions to and ways of processing what is transpiring in your life. Surely there is a way to find contentment, no matter the circumstance, especially since it seems that you do have things in your life that are important to you (such as your fiancee). It may take a lot of work to figure out how to find that contentment, though. Are you on health insurance that may cover the cost of seeking therapy or counseling? It may bring some relief just to unpack everything, put two heads together and take a thorough look at what you can do, both internally and externally.

Because that's what it comes down to. There's an internal component and an external component. The external is obvious. Ideally we'd be able to change both but sometimes we can't. Luckily, we can always work on the internal component, and surely there are some aspects of the external that can change as well.

Thank you for sharing - I hope you were able to sleep well after writing out your thoughts.

Finally having a good day today. It feels so good. The only thing that changed is I had some coffee for the first time in a while, and instead of giving anxiety like it has been doing lately, it gave me energy (and thus enthusiasm and excitement and happiness).
Also had my first staff meeting as a general manager today. It went so well. My staff unanimously voted me employee of the month (which was slightly embarrassing since it's supposed to be for them, but it was really heartwarming nonetheless) and also all thanked me for being a great manager. It felt really nice to be genuinely appreciated by them, since I do try really hard to do good by them.

So yeah, finally a good day. Hopefully they continue.

I'm so glad to hear it, Kipp!
Are you feeling any effects from the Buspar at all (side or otherwise)?

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Whats so great about living when death is much better. heaven must be grand or at the very least better than here.

my birthday is coming up and im probably going to be spending it sitting in the library alone writing about how i hate my life in a journal. if i have the courage maybe jump in front of a train hopefully. come to think of it i will be spending all holidays alone. funny how i never had a boyfriend in my life i must be a horrible ugly person. i definitely been rejected more times than i can count. probably spend all of 2016 alone as well. so why am i not dead and enjoying heaven or even hell, i dont know. i think i will focus on dying this month as my new goal. there isnt anything in life for me.

kind of stupid but i would like to just kiss a guy on my birthday but that wont happen.

before i used to think what my death would do to my mother, now i just dont care, my life or death isnt for her. i shouldnt have to suffer through life to please her.

Neojubei, I'm very sorry to hear that you're still suffering. Have you read my past responses to your posts? It seems as though a lot of people on here give you some similar thoughts on how you could begin to navigate out of your difficulties and something about it isn't working for you. I've got some thoughts on what you've posted; I hope you'll read them.

What jumps out at me, neojubei, is that you seem to have set one condition for your success or failure as a human being: romantic success with what you yourself have described as a very specific subset of males. Everything else seems to call back to this theme - you're unhappy with your appearance because you don't feel it will attract the types of men you like, for instance. It's interesting because (a) it's so specific and (b) with such a specific metric many of us are failures. I'm also a failure in acquiring a STEM degree (I've got an arts degree). I'm a failure at being top of my class (too many Cs). I'm a failure in living independently (I currently live with my parents). And, if we're to look at it this way, I'm a failure with 99+% of women. I'm too middle eastern looking for a lot of them. My nose is too big. I have a physical deformity on my chest so I'll never have an athletic build. I'm too anxious. Et cetera.

Yet, crucially, we all try our best not to define our success or failure by such specific metrics. It's best to take a more well-rounded viewpoint - well, I'm a failure if I define success like this, but if I move this over here, then I'm more average. Or even a success, maybe (sometimes). It's never easy. It is easier for some than others. The inability to get away from these sorts of black and white lines of thought is sometimes called "catastrophic thinking". Unless something is an absolute, unfettered success (and it rarely is), it is a total, abject, horrifying failure. Since we are rarely total successes, that means we are, then, constant failures.

It makes me wonder. When did you begin to define your success this way? Why? What else is tied to it, lurking around underneath the surface? You don't have to answer these questions, of course - they're just interesting things to think about. A sampling of the things that could be explored in this situation. Exploring (probably) best done with a dedicated therapist or counselor, not some random guy on the internet.

Of course, this is all a bit poetic. You're in the nuts and bolts of it now, and have been for quite some time. So what can be done? Well, there are two halves of this equation: internal and external.

Externally, there are many ways you can work on your appearance, your social life, your romantic life, your ambitions, and so on. It's definitely worth doing that. Those are all things that can change within a few months. Full stop. Seriously. If you want to provide more specifics on what you're unhappy with, either in the thread or via PM, I'd be happy to offer more specific advice (though, again, I'm just guy on internet, so what do I know?). Point is, you can change all of these things. People do. It is possible. It is hard. But it is possible.

Internally is a bit more abstract, but is also possible. As I said earlier, feelings of failure are contingent upon the parameters you set for success. They can be discussed. Then they can be explored. Then they can be understood. Then they can be deconstructed. Then they can be modified and rebuilt. Again, it is hard. But it is possible. It is not too late. Period. I am not lying. This is something that can be done on your own - many have, throughout human history - but these days is best done with a dedicated therapist or counselor.

The most relief and the best sense of progress will come when you're not only getting closer to your goals externally but also bringing your goals closer to you internally. I assure you, it is possible and it is not too late.

Excuse me if you've already discussed this and I missed it, but have you been receiving any mental health treatment? I urge you to set up care immediately, and if you are having thoughts of harming yourself then pursue emergency mental health treatment.

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edit: here is my response to your previous post if you missed it.
 
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