Nice.Therapist, but I eventually got lucky and found one that answered the phone, takes my insurance, and is actually accepting new patients right now.
Nice.Therapist, but I eventually got lucky and found one that answered the phone, takes my insurance, and is actually accepting new patients right now.
Sorry for the long post.
I was in a relationship with another guy for 4 years. The first 3.5 years were probably some of the best of my life ; I felt happy and loved and while the relationship wasn't perfect, I feel that what we had was strong and durable. But the last half year was pretty terrible, the sex got more and more scarce, we loved each other but it seemed like we were more like roomates than lovers. The best way I could describe it was that we were both unhappy but together, in love but falling out of love at the same time.
Since I didn't have other gay friends, I've made some new friends that knew that I was in a relationship and they were gamers too so we played Smash and LoL and frankly, it was fun and refreshing. Then one of them introduced me to a guy who, as he put it, fell in love with me at first sight and while the guy was charming as fuck, I told him that I was in a relationship and he understood. We started chatting more and more on facebook and I started opening up about my current relationship and how miserable I felt at times. The guy pretty much told me everything I wanted to hear from the boyfriend, especially since I felt less than desirable around him.
I made the mistake of kissing him one night and while it felt good and liberating at the time, I felt immensely guilty afterwards. I asked my boyfriend one night if he still loved me and confessed about the kiss. He was unsurprisingly devasted and left in his car only to return about at 3 or 4 AM. I waited by the window the whole time, crying out of shame and guilt. We broke it off that night.
This all happened 2 months ago. Since then, I have been agonizing and torturing myself about the whole deal. I've been crying myself to sleep every night for two months from the guilt, the pain and the loss of a relationship I was so happy in at first.
All of my free time is spent either crying or sleeping, I haven't gone out with people, played videogames or done anything else in the last 2 months. I have to move out soon and I'm scared of ending up alone in my appartment with my own despair. I would probably never kill myself but I know that I'll keep torturing myself over this since I really can't get over the fact that I knowingly and deliberately sabotaged my own happiness for a cheap thrill. I really don't know what to do to get out of this emotional limbo, I feel stuck in a cycle of guilt and loss and I'm scared of the idea that I'll never be happy again.
Please, please don't hurt yourself, tearsofash. I hope if you are tempted to do so you reach out to available emergency resources.
Thanks for the reply. Yeah, I'm really hoping the medication will at least get to my point where I'll feel more comfortable doing things. I'm actually being put on Abilify, which will replace my Risperidone (which will hopefully have the added bonus of curbing the weight gain from the Risperidone).
Thankfully, I love my psychologist. She's been helping me out for a year now and there's been some very noticeable improvements, but as I said in my original post, I'm still quite limited in what I can do.
It really is, Piano, but I said that many times before in this thread. I'm scared that we somehow get in contact and she fucks me up once more.
I am really lucky that I have two cousins who live right next to me. They came over on Saturday morning when I felt incredibly shitty and they helped me a lot. Playing games with them for a couple of hours is the best and it's always interesting when they tell me about the hottest new releases on Nintendo consoles. I definitely need to visit them more often and I will definitely buy the Mario Kart 8 DLC for the birthday of the older one next month. He has been asking his mom about it on a daily basis.
I also discovered Radiohead yesterday and Kid A is on repeat. I don't know if I feel better or worse with the music, but I definitely feel something.
Good question. I guess it's subjective, right? What makes one person happy would make another miserable type of thing. Honest question here Piano because I do enjoy our back and forth conversations, but what makes you happy? For me, It's the feeling of accomplishment after creating something (and I have severely lacking in that department, at least I think so), new music/game releases, and (I am coming to terms with this one) being sociable as fuck.
i do have happy memories though. Some little, some big, but there's a lot of ehh days and bad ones too. I guess that's normal for people? I just don't want to sully my happiness with vague notions of ever lasting melancholy, you know?
I'm in a really bad place right now, it's been a rough month. I'm starting to bald, I have some sort of skin condition and I'm worried sick for my dad, while he's recovering from a heart attack. To top all that off, my ex, who I've been working through things the last month, called and told me she can't have me in her life anymore. This after days and days of her bringing up our time together and still wanting the future we dreamed of. She just laid it all on me during the worst possible time. I have zero self esteem and just feel disgusting. I haven't slept a minute and have work in 4 hours...
You're a very kind human Piano, you take a lot of time out of your day writing responses to everyone and I'm eternally grateful for this. Thank you for taking an interest in my life.
I normally put in my headphones and just try to drown out the noise in my head, but it just doesn't help. I have tried the whole 'no looking at electronic screens for 15 minutes, eyes closed if you don't fall asleep get up after the 15 minutes' but I argue with myself whether it's been 15 minutes the entire time but refuse to check the time as the only clock I have is on my phone.
I have written my thoughts down and I've said them out loud but this doesn't distract me from it, I end up feeling like I'm taking the piss out of myself even though I'm only trying to help.
I'm on the waiting list for CBT, I have gone through various channels in the NHS to get this far and it's only because I hear voices in my head that I've been put this far.
I will try to sit/lay on the floor next time that I'm wrestling myself to sleep. I've been tempted to try and get into reading or drawing for times like this, but I just lack the motivation at that time of night.
Had all my appointments yesterday but turns out they scheduled me for the wrong therapist so I only got to meet with mine for 10 min or so before her next appointment. Decided I should start seeing her every two weeks instead of once a month.
I've been having trouble concentrating and getting things done so my meds were upped again in hopes it would level me out and concentrate better. If by next month I don't notice an improvement he said we can try an ADHD med for it.
I dropped another 14 pounds in the last month so I have that going for me to give me another boost up. I can feel the momentum building behind me heading forward and it feels good.
Not having a great couple of weeks because of a moral dilemma that's eating me up inside. I'm afraid I'll go to Hell.
Someone warned me about Pristiq. She says that, whenever she would feel depressed, her brain would just 'stop.' Apparently it made her feel like she wasn't herself. I've been warned not to ask to go up to 100mg.
I just started it, and have only taken it for just over a week. I accidentally missed one day, though, which is abnormal for me.
I seriously need something stronger for my anxiety. Buspar is doing fuck all and my shrink is not going to give me Xanax with the other shit I take. It's starting to feel hopeless. I'm doomed to a life of regretful isolation and discomfort.
do you guys are trying meditation, mindfulness, that sort of thing? i know most likely have done it before. but it can really help i wish i knew how to practice that better.
I know some people in this thread are dealing with severe health issues so I don't want to come off as rude, but man sometimes dealing with other peoples health issues is so draining. And not in the sense where I need to take care of them or that it bothers me..more like its killing me inside from the stress. My father has less than a year, ( i posted before and since then I went to see him in Florida and I'm back home after a month.) My long term girlfriend also suffers from seizures and the doctors cannot figure out why.
I live with her and each time she has one it terrifies me. I am so scared of her getting some kind of brain damage. I honestly think sometimes I wish it was me with the health issues. I am so helpless.
I have such wonderful coworkers that I will probably beat somebody on Monday.
One of the bastards from other shift (i have a hunch who) reported me to our HR department for walking around the town during my medical leave. It is nice thing that some friends there, so they informed me about this... Well, my doctor said to me, that I should walk every day otherwise I will be stiff as a rock. And I went only to two places where they could have seen me - to grocery store, because I had to buy some food and from central parking lot to doctor's office.
The procedure is now such that I could receive a visit from internal inspection if I am really home. If they will even bother, at least they cannot fire me on spot, because it was verbal report without any other evidence.
And here I am again, wasting whole day thinking why should I endure this shit at workplace any longer. Instead on working on myself, learning German or doing some 3D modelling stuff (which I found very relaxing and I really enjoy doing it).
GAF, I dunno if I really belong in this thread but...
I'm stressed out right now. Term has barely started yet I'm stressing hard over everything I have to do and beyond. One of those things is internship applications. I've got to spend hours and hours perfecting the same lie on every application- that I'm a cheerful positive person that will be perfect for your workplace!
But I'm not. Well I am some days. But on the other side I'm a bleak sod who mopes around half the time never feeling good enough. I know these thoughts are all distorted and I know a sullen mood is just me crying for attention but I never let anyone help. I'm tired of making my friends worry. I'm frustrated that I can't even manage to mask this so I can function normally. I wish I could see someone but my campus' mental health support is always booked up for at least 3 weeks.
Breathing helps clear my head sometimes, but more often than not the same thoughts rise up again. I know this is all minor stuff that should be pretty manageable, but please. What should I be doing?
Therapist, but I eventually got lucky and found one that answered the phone, takes my insurance, and is actually accepting new patients right now.
Im so sick of my life, tired of being isolated from any kind of social life, love life etc. Im turning jaded and bitter. I find out I have a condition called Nonverbal Learning Disorder (NLD) which makes a lot of sense. It basically means among other things I have a very hard time understanding nonverbal communication like body language etc which means at least 60% of all communication. I just dont feel like its worth living.
I posted this last July and I finally moved out last week. I had my ups and downs since then but right after the move everything ended being just like I predicted. My ex forgave me and we're still friends but I don't think I'll ever be able to move on, like I destroyed my one shot at happiness.
The kind of self-harm I participate in isn't really anything a trip to the psych ward helps with.
I almost reached that breaking point again tonight. First time in awhile, but i'm stopping myself from doing anything stupid, trying to distract myself from my current issues.
I've finally started moving on from my ex the last couple of weeks but the combination of the ruining my self esteem, the girl I'm interested in now likely not liking me back and general life stress I feel on the brink of another depressive episode
Sarah Silverman said:"Every breath is labored. You are dying. You are going to die. It's terrifying. And then when the attack is over, the depression is still there," she explained. "Once, my stepdad asked me, 'What does it feel like?' And I said, 'It feels like I'm desperately homesick, but I'm home.' "
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That's really unfortunate that the workplace got the wrong idea, DrM. I can't even imagine how frustrating that must be.
I'm curious though, is there anything you can do, when something bad does transpire (which is always surely will), so that you don't spend your whole day thinking about it?
What I meant by my question was: you mentioned that you want "real" happiness rather than happiness that just lasts for a few days. What makes happiness "real"? Is it duration? The texture of the happiness? The circumstances that created it?
As for what makes me happy: a sense of connection. With people, or art, or experiences. Feeling connected to my world makes things meaningful. When I'm not connected everything is aimless. Abstract. Pointless, even.
Actually, I lied. That's not what makes me happy. That's what makes me content. I can be content even when I'm not happy. There are some beautifully connected sad feelings out there that have taught me some amazing things.
I think contentedness is a lot more important than happiness.
Interesting, I haven't heard of Abilify being used for anxiety and panic in the past. I've come to understand it as a mood stabilization drug, primarily. Then again, I'm not a medical professional. I'm curious to see how it works, Tapejara.
And yeah, Abilify generally isn't one of the weight gaining medications.
I've found myself being consumed by my anxiety lately. I've been skipping class often because the social interactions make me incredibly uncomfortable. On top of the fact that most people in my class take it way too seriously and tend to freak out over the smallest things. Example: I overwhipped me and my partners whipped cream by 10 seconds because I was trying to finish a pithivier I was behind on making and my partner sees then she yells out "NO THATS TOO MUCH NOW WE HAVE TO RESCALE AND REDO IT" really loudly so the whole class just stares at me. I modestly apologized and brought it to our chef who then tells me its only slightly over and we can still use it. I hand it to my partner to fold it into our mousse and shes just grinding her teeth the whole time. I don't say a word and just bow my head trying to avoid the embarrassment on top of the bullying shit my classmates tend to do (they gather in groups and talk shit about people and their annoyances.) and I watch her walk away to go wash dishes only to then talk shit to people at the dish pit a few feet away.
I can't handle this. My anxiety flares up, I start getting really upset and just want to leave. I can blatantly see when other people are talking about me and people often stare at me. I don't talk to anyone, I sit by myself lately because I'm too anxious to try to communicate to anyone. I only find myself saying sorry and avoiding conversations. It makes being in class difficult because I can no longer focus on the content, I can only focus on people being critical of my existence. It feels like I've been stuffed into a box and set on fire. I make a slight mistake and people freak out. I always say sorry and its not enough. Its like I'm just an annoyance regardless. All of these people went from being my friends to being overly critical of me so I've removed myself to try and ease the tension but to no avail.
So here I am, I've skipped 4 days and I'll probably skip tomorrow. I photoshop doctors notes to get away with my absences and lie to the staff of my school because it always feels like no one takes mental health into consideration or they view it as an excuse. My anxiety has bundled up with my depression and I fear I'm only getting worse. I don't have anyone to talk to about it and I don't want to upset HD because things have been going really well for him lately.
I feel alone and lost.
A lot of those symptoms seem normal.
I would google it as see if there is anything you can take to help with the withdrawl process .
I think SSRi down results serotogonic receptors so there are some supplements you can take to upregulate them and get them back to functioning prior to being medicated.
If you don't want to take anything , just wait.
The receptors will functioning normally again usually after some time . Sometimes few month are needed.
I weaned off of Cymbalta some years ago. The strange feelings in your brain are likely withdrawal effects that will subside, but any crying or sadness could be a return of symptoms if you were taking it for mood management. Best of luck getting through the strange brain sensations. I hope whatever changes you make you do so under the guidance of a medical professional.
When I would block her on WhatsApp I would still check out her picture in the list of blocked people, so just deleting her number seems to be the better option. She has been blocked on Facebook for weeks and I have no plans for changing that (even though last time she asked me multiple times to do so). My main problem is her instagram and how her profile is not set on private. I still check her out daily, but I hope that my urge to stalk her there will reduce with time. I'm fairly succesful with ignoring her tumblr profile as I would just interpret too much and hope that a post was meant for me.Glad you've got some people around that can help you keep your chin up. It should be possible to prevent her from getting in contact, no? Blocking numbers and the such? Though part of the learning process is learning to restrain yourself from knowingly playing into these hurtful situations over and over again.
Two more things:
(a) the Mario Kart DLC is amazing.
(b) My favorite Radiohead album is OK Computer, so check that out if you haven't already. The last three songs of the album are probably the best three song sequence I've ever heard on an album.
InfitineBento, do not mind what other people think about your work or you, try to get as concentrated as you can on your classes. It is not good to skip anything, I know when I had my meltdown in college and missed almost whole month of classes and practice assigments and I was very lucky to made that year in the end...I feel alone and lost.
DiddykongQuest, I think that she will soon contact you. Proceed with utmost caution.
InfitineBento, do not mind what other people think about your work or you, try to get as concentrated as you can on your classes. It is not good to skip anything, I know when I had my meltdown in college and missed almost whole month of classes and practice assigments and I was very lucky to made that year in the end...
And do not worry if you made mistake at practice work, nobody is perfect on this world - that goes to your classmates also.
Have you considered about talking to doctor/therapist about your anxiety issues? As I said numerous times before, one of my previous GF had severe anxiety issues, but with proper medicine, she is now doing great and she is capable of doing very very stressful job.
Apparently there was a whole shitstorm on Wednesday when they received that report in HQ and our store manager could have a nasty headache because of this.
Been talking about that issue from second paragraph with my therapist, but you know, old habits die hard... looks like I have been working in retail for far too long and I have developed some unusual ways of looking at life/things. It would be better for me to quit when I had to leave office for store...
I could see that in this long medical leave, when I had to force myself to try new things (both German and 3D modelling lessons are going great - my therapist gave me a hint about 3D stuff when we discussed things from the past). It is hard hard work to re-think or better said to view things from different perspective. Exhausting, but I made a lot of progress lately. But some events (even small, unimportant ones) still rock my foundations in that way, that I will stay on the spot for day or three, thinking about it, instead of working on something. But that is nasty old habit and I try to shake it off my back.
t would be far easier if I had at least a chance of getting a job in which I would enjoy (like doing land surveying). That would boost my motivation tenfold. But sadly, this is not possible here, so I will have to think about more radical steps, like moving several thousand kilometers away to try my luck somewhere else.
But on the other hand, I am a bit too 'sure' kind of person and I would only move if I found a job before going somewhere...
I think that's it. Contentedness. I was content on coasting through life, not putting any or enough effort into things because I didn't experience any semblance of consequence...until now. The consequence of my consciousness caving in. My 28th birthday was the spark that lit the fuse. In fact, the thing that comes to mind when I say that is the scene in Breaking Bad whereI am a bit fuzzy on the details, but that was the gist of it. When my 27th came, I had my anxieties about my future, interests, lack of love life, etc but it didn't make that much of an impact until a year later.it's Walt's birthday and he writes out his age in his bacon, and a year later does the same thing after going through what he did.
Also, something I've thought about and it's beginning to frighten me a bit, but has anyone here have had a waning interest in their...well interests as of late? This is a gaming forum after all, and right now my interest in games has waned a bit. Is it because i am going through a depression? Getting older? Burnt out? The thing is, I want to get into it more but financial strains and not having the latest generation hardware kind of soured me a bit. (The DLC/Microtransactions crap certainly doesn't help, but that's just a minor thing to me...)
Yeah, we're using it to stabilize mood. I have other medications to help with anxiety, but my mood has been super low for a while now so we're hoping the change to Abilify will fix that.
I don't know if this is the exactly the best place to post this but here it goes. The last 9 months or so have been a steady decent into hell. It all started with a kidney stone last December, since then my anxiety about my health has been getting progressively worse. This has really come to a head in the last month of so, I have this lump near my left rib cage I constantly wake up in the middle of the night with a rapid heart beat and I have been losing weight. Now I know the first thing that would be said is go see a doctor and I am doing that. I went to a Cardiologist last week and he didn't seem concerned and I have an Echo-cardiogram Nov 4th. I'm seeing my primary care physician tomorrow to go over my symptoms. But, I'm so scared, I'm convinced that I have cancer or some other awful disease no matter how hard I try to convince myself other wise. What hurts even worse is the pain I am putting my mom through, I don't have insurance or a job, and my mom tries her best, and I can't stand to see her cry.
When I would block her on WhatsApp I would still check out her picture in the list of blocked people, so just deleting her number seems to be the better option. She has been blocked on Facebook for weeks and I have no plans for changing that (even though last time she asked me multiple times to do so). My main problem is her instagram and how her profile is not set on private. I still check her out daily, but I hope that my urge to stalk her there will reduce with time. I'm fairly succesful with ignoring her tumblr profile as I would just interpret too much and hope that a post was meant for me.
Sometimes I really hate social media.
The Mario Kart DLC is amazing! I think it's part of the reason my cousins visit me so often is to play the new tracks. Really can't wait to gift them the DLC soon.
I bought all albums of them this week and Kid A and OK Computer are the only ones that have arrived so far. I have been listening to both albums this whole week nonstop. They are an outstanding band and I hope that the rest of their discgraphy arrives soon.
Edit: I just had to check her instagram profile and not only did she remove all the pictures with the new guy, there is no mention of him anywhere anymore. Wouldn't be surprised if she would text me in the next couple of days because of that. Hm.
I don't have insurance so I can't see a doctor as much as I would love to. :/
Yeah, so, the meeting with the psychiatrist went very well, but to be honest, I'm beginning to think it was a major mistake on her part to make that conclusion; I feel extremely unstable. I feel like I've underwent quite a deal of cognitive decline (my memory pales in comparison to before and I'm forgetting simple things on a daily basis as well as being unable to retain things nearly as well as before [today I went to buy coffee, paid, completely forgot I paid, and went to pay again until I realised I didn't have the money for it anymore]), my problem solving ability has greatly diminished, and I have had great issues with my spelling and handwriting recently (it was never good).
I'm nearly completely isolated, I've fell substantially behind in every module I'm taking, my emotions are cycling between extremes without any major trigger, and I turned to cutting to provide some sense of control and in the process ended up with my arms and chest covered in cuts. Yes, she put a lot of it down to Asperger's Syndrome, but I really don't think it's applicable, and frankly the validity of the diagnosis in the first place is always something I've found rather questionable. The meetings with my counsellor have been nice and everything, but it really doesn't feel like a great level of insight is being made, and the primary benefit being through self-reflection really doesn't seem beneficial to me as I never feel like anything's ever been suggested that is something I haven't already considered, as talking about things really isn't as helpful to me as mental meditation. I'm obviously going to have to convey it to the therapist, but I really am beginning to think it's going to end up necessary for me to defer the year in college.
First of all, I hope you get a clean bill of health, littleworm.
Irrational fear or anxiety about physical health can be really scary and frustrating. It seems as though this situation has latched onto some sort of preexisting / underlying anxiety or fear about your physical health and has really run with it. Are there any local resources through which you could pursue counseling? If you're a student you should be able to get services through your University.
I hope your appointment today went well.
You should be able to get counseling and psychiatric services through your University, IB. Have you gotten in touch with those services at your school before?
Also, it's very, very important that you go to class, and if you're not able to, it's very important that you get in touch with your teachers ASAP to discuss the situation. They can be very sympathetic and understanding, and they're more likely to help you figure out accommodations if they hear about what's going on sooner rather than later.
I was terrified when I got a message from an unknown number last night. Luckily it wasn't her.DiddykongQuest, I think that she will soon contact you. Proceed with utmost caution.
My recommendation is to block her on social media, too, and if you still look at her stuff, go ahead and deactivate your accounts. When I went through my last big break-up I took a long break from Facebook. I don't have any other social media accounts so I can't speak to how they work, exactly.
I'm guessing you don't want to, though, because it sounds like some little part of you is holding out some little bit of hope and isn't ready to let go. In that case, it may just be something that comes in time and with further experience.
As far as Radiohead albums:
Amazing:
The Bends
OK Computer
Kid A
Also really good:
Amnesiac
In Rainbows
Just okay:
Hail to the Thief
So bad I wonder how it's the same band:
Pablo Honey
I hope everyone is doing alright. Winter is coming and a lot of people tend to hit a low mood around that time.
I actually prefer the more gloomy seasons. Maybe it's because I feel, in some way, that the cold and cloudy weather somehow justifies my mood. It's more fitting, I guess. Being depressed on a balmy sunny day seems worse.
Though living in Vegas, I do appreciate rainy and overcast days, since it's usually sunny throughout most of the year.
I've been feeling increasingly disconnected from reality. It's like I'm just watching a movie. I feel out of it, like I can't focus. But at the same time, I become hyper-focused on little details in the world. I feel groundless, and like I'm sinking within myself.
Totally agree with how you feel about gloomy seasons. I live in Southern California and feel the exact same way.
I also definitely know how you feel in regards to feeling disconnected from reality and all that. Been having a bit of that myself lately.
These Pristiq withdrawals are really humbling.
Tomorrow I go to psychiatrist for first time.
Went and saw the physician today, she said that I was alright, and that the mass I was feeling wasn't a tumor, and every thing else seemed good, minus my slightly elevated heart rate which is the norm for me at the doctor. She said that I definitely have some anxiety issues and we discussed it and after some discussion she prescribed me some sertraline. She said not to expect the first prescription to be perfect and that we would have to adjust the dosage and type of medicine, which I'm OK with, I understand these things take time. I'll definitely look into counseling services, and see if that is a route I want to go down, once I get insurance at the beginning of the year, or just go earlier if I feel I really need it. I'm hoping to get my stress under control and get a job of some type and get my social life together, hopefully giving myself something to do will help get my mind of my anxiety, and over time it'll get easier for me.
I go to a pastry specific school. Its not like other colleges where they offer options like that, unfortunately. I wish though because honestly, I would take them up on something so I could get myself some kind of assistance. Mentally, I've been a fucking wreck lately. Its so hard to motivate myself to do anything but sleep.
I'm dead already, i just haven't been buried yet.
I'm really sorry, guys. I'm so grateful for every answer I get in this thread and how you want to help me. But I feel like I always end up doing the exact opposite of what you and my friends are suggesting. And that sucks.
You are right, there is still this tiny bit of hope inside of me (especially now after the breakup) and even though I really want to let go, I can't. And after everything she has done to me in the last couple of months my feelings towards her don't make sense.
And yeah, Pablo Honey is not really a good album. There is a huge quality difference between PH and later albums. And where is The King Of Limbs in your ranking?
The illness has started to affect my ears, manifesting in off and on ear pain and sensitivity to certain pitches (mostly the higher ones). Once I realized it (you'd be surprised how far denial can go), I completely broke down and have been numb ever since. I feel irrevocably broken, like this was the last straw, the last thing I can bear. Take my legs, take my brain, take anything but my ears. I just can't deal anymore.
In the midst of this, I've been slowly putting together a late work of Brahms, his Intermezzo Op. 119, No. 1. Brahms didn't actually write a lot of solo piano music. Just a bunch of large-scale works in the beginning of his career and then some miniatures just before his death. By the time he wrote this Intermezzo, he felt like he was finished with larger projects and he was also trying to keep his dear friend Clara Schumann (renowned concert pianist) going in both body and soul. She was suffering from an extended illness which would soon kill her and playing through these pieces (she could only play a few minutes at a time by this point) would give her occasional moments of joy in the midst of agony. She wrote of this piece to Brahms, and I quote, "You must have known how enthusiastic I would be when you were copying out that bittersweet piece which, for all its discords, is so wonderful. Now, one actually revels in the discords, and, when playing them, wonders how the composer ever brought them to birth. Thank you for this new, magnificent gift!"
For a bunch of reasons (some obvious, some not), this piece speaks to me in a way it was unable to when I was first exposed to it, almost two decades ago. Watching my own body fall apart has made it increasingly clear to me that if I ever want to perform this, I need to do it now. I haven't performed in public in over three years. Some friends of mine are doing a masterclass on the 1st of November. It's normally for singers to perform what they've been working on but if I feel well enough, I might bop on over and make my last statement. This is a big if, as it's very unsafe for me to drive during bad days and at this point, I'm having more bad ones than good ones.
I asked a friend of mine to come over today, not as a singer (his usual role in my life) but as a fellow human being I can pray with. I'm not a very religious person but at this point, I have nothing to lose.
Sometimes I get on facebook and vent, or make a progress update ... and then people come out of the woodworks to project themselves onto me.
Like...look...Herbs, exercising, 5-DHT, Vitamin B, and all that usually just make me feel worse. I have things beside just depression or a little anxiety. Gah.
Know what I mean?
Sunlight does help though.
I hope everyone is doing alright. Winter is coming and a lot of people tend to hit a low mood around that time.
I'm kinda laughing at myself a little because of my irrational fears of what would happen if I initiated a conversation even though that's how I made most of my close friends
I've had anxiety problems since I was fourteen (over a decade now) and last week is the first time spoke to a doctor about it. I didn't even know I had a GP, it's been that long. He's referring me for CBT and I'm trying citalopram at the mo. It seems to be helping but I dunno how much of that is a placebo. I suppose it doesn't matter if it works? Have these helped you guys in your experiences?
My anxiety's a social one and seems to get worse around people I know and care for, probably a phobia of people reacting badly to things I say, especially people whose opinions I value the most? I get on really well with a girl at work and if I asked her out she probably wouldn't get upset. She's not that sort of person. But I won't ask her because of a fear of that 1% chance I'd lose her as a friend. I can't keep living that way. I have quite a logical mind and that's just illogical. I annoy myself sometimes.
Have had trouble sleeping for like a week. Can't concentrate. And I'm getting sick.
See responses in quote.I'm putting these in bullet points, as I'm too stressed out to further elaborate, and I'm really tired.
You and I both know, Blues, that it's foolish to paint people with such a wide brush. There's me and you, and there are many people out there like me and you, and many more even who understanding someone like me and you. The challenge is finding them and being able to identify one another as compatible souls who are looking for friendship. And yes, those people are probably the vast minority, but they are out there.
I'm really starting to hate people. When I think I'm meeting someone who's fantastic & they promise that they want to meet up with me on a later date, they will go and stood me up and pretend that they don't know me. After the 57th time this has happened, I'm considering if it's even worth the effort trying to make new friends, if it all adds up to people looking at me like I'm sort of freak show, or they don't make the effort to open up and genuinely like my company.
In my experience, unfortunately, we have to play some social games to get into friendships. We all like to think we're above social games but, well, we're not. I learned last year that people didn't like me as much when I seemed like I was desperate for friends. I had to find some confidence and self-assurance from somewhere in my life so I could fake it just that little bit and it helped. Even then, it can take a long time to bond with people.
On that point, if I don't go & make friends, I'll be miserable and upset. But when I go and do everything in the book to make myself look presentable & friendly, people either ignore me or they look at me as if I'm a freak. Both options increase my anxiety, and I'm wondering if home is the only place I should stay.
Sometimes it helps just to get out. Anywhere. Go on a walk. Go to a park and read. It's fall, there have got to be some nice days you can just hightail it out and sit or walk in a nice place. I can come up with a list of things you could do, if you'd like.
Aside from my driving lessons, life drawing, applying for work, & gym time, I've been cooped up in my bedroom for the last couple of weeks. I don't feel like going anywhere, and I definitely don't want to spend any money. I just want my old friends to call me and ask if they want to do something with me.
You certainly have nothing to lose in trying. I look forward to hear how it works for you. Even if it isn't exactly what you need, it'll surely give you a better idea of what you DO need.
I'm on the waiting list for a mental health group that I'm going to attend, and while I want to say I'm looking forward to it, I don't know if this will lead to anything significant or I'm just going in circles.
Fuck my family for wanting me to do things with them, especially since I can't stomach them any longer, nor can I handle how my sister dismisses everything that I say. I want to dress and groom how I want, so why can't they respect what I want?Families can be tough. Sorry yours is giving you a hassle, Blues.
I seriously wonder if suicide is illegal. Pretty sure that people will only care for a month, and they will forget about me soon after.I, for one, will not forget. I hope that is worth something, but I understand if it doesn't seem like it's worth much. A couple of years ago I spoke on the phone to someone I didn't know and tried to talk him out of suicide; he went through with it anyways. I will never forget that.
I want the studios to call me back and offer me a job. I'm becoming impatient with how they don't respect my time, especially since I'm becoming tight with money and I want to work with the skills and abilities that I have in hand. Unfortunately I'm not the best at the job hunt, but a lot of people here on GAF have good advice about it.
Even when I go and apply for warehouse jobs & such, I'm not hearing back. I do the usual procedure |(call them two-weeks after the interview to ask about the position, etc.), but I'm getting nothing but lemons.
The past 24 hours I've had I've had this sense of dread in the back of my mind. Just this inevitability that something horrible is going to happen. That's a new one for me.
I've also been having bad dreams for the past few nights, which is also new for me. Nothing more frustrating than starting the day on the wrong foot because your subconscious mind which you have no control over decides to dream about very unpleasant things.
Also, I've been on Zoloft about a month now and I still don't think I'm feeling any better.
I still really ought to see a therapist...
Today has been a hard day. Spent the last few hours crying off and on over this crushing sense of loneliness that seems to always be hovering over me. I haven't been holding these feelings back it just took awhile to build up for me to just let it out. I worry that once I do have a job and make new friends I'll still feel empty and lonely like I do now. What if nothing I do can fill this void inside me? The harder I try it seems the harder the depression pushes back against my efforts.
My depression is really sinking in these last couple of days. I ignore text/calls from friends and family, I don't even know why.... I just feel so low and don't want to talk to anyone
Tomorrow I go to psychiatrist for first time.
In one of my counseling sessions we talked about my educational achievements and work history. The councellor said that I had actually achieved a lot by graduating university and finding stable employment, considering the background I come from. She said a lot of others who had been through the same childhood environment would not have done so well.
Recently I decided to trawl Facebook to see what the people I grew up with are doing these days. It looks as though my psychologist was not far wrong. Lots are long term unemployed or are manual laboring. Most look unhappy and out of shape in the pictures they have up. It's helped me to put my own situation and standing into perspective and be more forgiving of the fact that I am still not where I want to be.
I've been making some small albeit existent progress over the last few weeks:
- I've noticed that I can now join gym classes and lessons without any nerves whatsoever; it just comes naturally.
- I said hi to someone on the gym floor that I met earlier in a gym class. I was nervy when I said this and Hi was all I could say, but it's progress.
- I more recently (today) saw another gym member on the gym floor that I recognised from a gym class and we got into a conversation. I felt nervous as fuck and I don't know why. Fear of coming across as weird? Anyway she seemed to be of a nervous disposition as well so that really helped. Overall the conversation went OK I think. It's all practice, is how I'm thinking about it.
- I just invited a friend I recently got back in contact with to meet up for lunch some day soon. I sent this invitation with no nerves whatsoever, which is AWESOME, as I never would have been able to do this a year ago
- I've attempted to get into contact with an old Uni friend who I lost contact with in 2012. Sent him an email message earlier this evening. As above I felt no nerves whilst doing this
Now for the negatives:
-Over the past 2 weeks I have tried to wean myself off of the antidepressants. This has led to symptoms of my depression returning (negative thoughts generating out of nowhere with no logical root cause, feelings of hopelessness). I've gone back on them. This is frustrating as I was hoping not to be on antidepressants for life.
- I feel like my old work colleagues are leaving me out, but I also strongly believe that this feeling has no reasonable basis and is just my mind trying to sabotage itself with negative bullshit. The feelings have come about for two reasons:
1. One of my ex work colleagues who I stayed in touch with went to the birthday event of another work colleague, with other work colleagues, but I wasn't invited. My rational counterpoints to this are:
a. that maybe a lot of ex work colleagues who I also worked with were not invited. Of the department I worked in only one was there.
b. I was quite quiet in my time at this employer and didn't interact huge deal with the birthday person involved. Maybe I wasn't invited because it was only for those that were close.
c. They likely would have invited me if I decided to take a more active role in their lives, and there is nothing rational to suggest that I am not liked my them.
2. Another ex work colleague who I friend-requested on Facebook never responded, but there is activity on his page. The obvious rational counter-argument to this is that:
a. None of that activity was from the work colleague in question so there is nothing to suggest that he has logged into Facebook since the request was sent
b. He's always been friendly and engaging towards me in our Whatsapp group, so it makes absolutely no sense that he would suddenly snub me on Facebook
God, fighting irrational thoughts is though work sometimes!
Ugh. I can't stop drinking. It's gotten better, but I take advantage of every single time that my wife isn't around to start up again. I don't get ridiculous or anything (anymore), but it's definitely not good. I don't know what it is - I went the entire last week on vacation without wanting any, but the moment I get home and I have the free time, I want it.
It's one of those "I know what I need to do, but I fucking suck at it" scenarios.
The question is, if it weren't drinking, would it be something else?
I used to smoke pot every single day (and could not imagine a day without it) and when I finally stopped lying to my therapist about it I was very surprised by his response. I was expecting him to command me to stop. Instead he said it was important for us to figure out what was motivating me to need an escape every single day, because if we could pin that down and resolve it then my weed habit would naturally subside. He was completely right. The more I stopped running from my problems, the more I confronted them, the less I needed an escape, the less I smoked weed until I finally quit for good.
So I wonder, in your circumstance - what is so unbearable about a night without alcohol? What is so scary about it?
(these may also be questions better worked through with a counselor or therapist than here on GAF, but still worth thinking about!)
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These Pristiq withdrawals are really humbling.