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I just had a pretty major anxiety attack over the dumbest thing because my wife got a date wrong ugh lol. So next week we are going back home for a baby shower that our parents are going to throw us. She told me that one of my cousins was throwing a birthday party for her son the same day and time of our party. Since it's a huge thing, we were afraid that a lot of my side of the family wasn't going to go and it threw me over the rails. Started sweating like crazy, felt terrible and trembling in anger. Was so odd. Popped my meds and it was an instant relief.

She re-read the text and it was for the 19th -_-
 
I hate my bad luck it forces me to live In a world that hates me. I've written out 10 different ways I would just die and I cannot even do any of them. I already know tomorrow will be a horrible work day and so will Tuesday all the way to Friday and I will again stay in my bed for the whole weekend. Everywhere I go is bad luck my whole life is wrapped in it. I wish I could travel back in time and kill myself when I was a kid. I hate my family I hate them all.

It would be nice to fall in love have a job I love. Be able to ask someone to marry me. And yet I never had a boyfriend and anyone I was interested in either was straight or just didn't want me. I'm like a demon and monster living in this world and I am tried of it. I am outcaste in gay world and straight world. Never asked to be this way and yet when j try I am rejected and fail. I hate therapy I hate therapist I hate everything. None of that works for me.

What I don't understand if this world rejects me so much so much why do I have such strong feelings for guys who would reject me always. All I know if death accepts everyone. I can go somewhere I am accepted and it's at the low cost of my life which is already worthless. I already know my horrible living situation won't improve. My bad luck will always hurt my life. I'll always be alone always. Whatever dreams I have will never happen.
 
This year started off bad but it's getting to the point that not a day goes by that I don't have an honest to god argument with myself about whether it'd be better to die and leave all of my pain behind or pull through. There's so damn much I want out of life that my mind and body work together to keep me from these days. I want love but I'm only afraid. I want success but my body needs to put forth 3 times the effort for the same amount of work as others. I want comfort but pain pills and ER visits cripple my finances. And when people ask how I am, I hide and say I'm good, it's fine, I'm pulling through when I'm actually screaming in my head for everything to just stop. I wish what I felt inside could be seen visually by others so I didn't have to explain myself and people would stop asking so much of me when I already wish I could do more.

I hate my bad luck it forces me to live In a world that hates me. I've written out 10 different ways I would just die and I cannot even do any of them. I already know tomorrow will be a horrible work day and so will Tuesday all the way to Friday and I will again stay in my bed for the whole weekend. Everywhere I go is bad luck my whole life is wrapped in it. I wish I could travel back in time and kill myself when I was a kid. I hate my family I hate them all.

It would be nice to fall in love have a job I love. Be able to ask someone to marry me. And yet I never had a boyfriend and anyone I was interested in either was straight or just didn't want me. I'm like a demon and monster living in this world and I am tried of it. I am outcaste in gay world and straight world. Never asked to be this way and yet when j try I am rejected and fail. I hate therapy I hate therapist I hate everything. None of that works for me.

What I don't understand if this world rejects me so much so much why do I have such strong feelings for guys who would reject me always. All I know if death accepts everyone. I can go somewhere I am accepted and it's at the low cost of my life which is already worthless. I already know my horrible living situation won't improve. My bad luck will always hurt my life. I'll always be alone always. Whatever dreams I have will never happen.

I feel like a hypocrite even saying this because I see a lot of myself reflected in you Jubei but even if you think you're alone, you're not. During the fights in my own head when I battle it out with my loneliness I always try to remember that there are sick and sadistic people who are able to find acceptance. There are people out there who don't deserve love or family yet are granted it at some point in their lives. And if that is possible, how much more likely is it for regular joes like us? Out there somewhere is someone ready to accept you as you are. Hell, right here, even though it's not romantic, you can find solace in the fact that you're not alone. I guarantee that you've yet to meet the person who is ready to return your feelings in kind since you haven't met every single person in the world; even in your own home town. Strong feelings of love like your's are a necessity in this fucked up and unfair world and you shouldn't let those feelings disappear into the abyss due to a handful of guys because there are people out there ready to receive that love and need to receive that love. Please, don't give up yet Jubei.
 
Today, I pushed myself to do a gig with my buddy Ken, my first in almost four years. I had a lot of safeguards in place in case I couldn't do it (which included recordings of piano accompaniments I made) but fortunately, my health improved temporarily just for the period of time needed to kick some real serious ass. It felt just like the old days, seeing smiles on people's faces (the elderly in this case, as it was a retirement home), feeling the music soar across the room, working with Ken, which we've done for ten years now. I don't know when I'll be able to do it again (or even if) but I do know that if I had canceled by letting the fear and anxiety get to me, I would have regretted it.

What's unsettling to me is that I expected more from it in terms of an extreme emotional reaction. Tears or something. Some big epiphany. I mean, for the love of god, I had a good cry just the day before! But for whatever reason, I treated the entire event once I got there like I would have treated any gig back in the day.

(Okay, trying to find parking definitely brought forth an emotional reaction, just not quite the one that I was hoping for. I was later told that unlike most in the area, this particular building has a private parking garage I could have used.)

It's easily the best day I've had in four years, taking everything into account. Since the last time I performed in public, in fact which makes it very clear just how tied to my happiness performing is. It's the only time I feel at ease with myself and connected to the world. It's been very hard (impossible, really) to fill that hole ever since I retired but at least I got to satiate it a bit.

I also got to spend a few hours with our beloved Piano this evening and all I'm gonna say is that the fucker ruined my television. It'll never be as sharp as it once was!
 
This is beautiful, jb.

nope not really. any good situation turned sour really quickly.

What was going on that started it off well? At what point do you personally feel it turned sour? Was it to do with how you felt and things went downhill from there? There are people who actually do understand. Sometimes it's about taking a breather, being more okay with yourself for a bit, then getting a feel for those types of people that do understand, and aren't hollow and judgmental over things they could never handle themselves.
 
I recently had a DNA test, it was just a couple swabs from the mouth they sent in. You can ask your doctor for it and if your insurance doesn't cover it the company usually subsidizes it and charges you $25. They test your DNA with all the medications says exactly what metabolizes for you and works and what doesn't so it helps take the trial and error guess work out of these type of medications.

Wow. I had no idea about that. That's super cool.

Today, I pushed myself to do a gig with my buddy Ken, my first in almost four years. I had a lot of safeguards in place in case I couldn't do it (which included recordings of piano accompaniments I made) but fortunately, my health improved temporarily just for the period of time needed to kick some real serious ass. It felt just like the old days, seeing smiles on people's faces (the elderly in this case, as it was a retirement home), feeling the music soar across the room, working with Ken, which we've done for ten years now. I don't know when I'll be able to do it again (or even if) but I do know that if I had canceled by letting the fear and anxiety get to me, I would have regretted it.

What's unsettling to me is that I expected more from it in terms of an extreme emotional reaction. Tears or something. Some big epiphany. I mean, for the love of god, I had a good cry just the day before! But for whatever reason, I treated the entire event once I got there like I would have treated any gig back in the day.

(Okay, trying to find parking definitely brought forth an emotional reaction, just not quite the one that I was hoping for. I was later told that unlike most in the area, this particular building has a private parking garage I could have used.)

It's easily the best day I've had in four years, taking everything into account. Since the last time I performed in public, in fact which makes it very clear just how tied to my happiness performing is. It's the only time I feel at ease with myself and connected to the world. It's been very hard (impossible, really) to fill that hole ever since I retired but at least I got to satiate it a bit.

I also got to spend a few hours with our beloved Piano this evening and all I'm gonna say is that the fucker ruined my television. It'll never be as sharp as it once was!

That is so incredibly awesome, jb. So glad to hear that you had such an amazing day! Hopefully there are more great days like that in the future. You really never know.
I know that for me, those incredibly rare great days come when I least expect them.
 
Every time I put myself out there looking for a companion/relationship, I feel like I get hurt. It's like seeing a treat in a mouse trap, going for it, and having the thing slam shut on you, but never dying. Just writhing in pain until you finally break free, scurry away for a while, and wait.
 
This year started off bad but it's getting to the point that not a day goes by that I don't have an honest to god argument with myself about whether it'd be better to die and leave all of my pain behind or pull through. There's so damn much I want out of life that my mind and body work together to keep me from these days. I want love but I'm only afraid. I want success but my body needs to put forth 3 times the effort for the same amount of work as others. I want comfort but pain pills and ER visits cripple my finances. And when people ask how I am, I hide and say I'm good, it's fine, I'm pulling through when I'm actually screaming in my head for everything to just stop. I wish what I felt inside could be seen visually by others so I didn't have to explain myself and people would stop asking so much of me when I already wish I could do more.



I feel like a hypocrite even saying this because I see a lot of myself reflected in you Jubei but even if you think you're alone, you're not. During the fights in my own head when I battle it out with my loneliness I always try to remember that there are sick and sadistic people who are able to find acceptance. There are people out there who don't deserve love or family yet are granted it at some point in their lives. And if that is possible, how much more likely is it for regular joes like us? Out there somewhere is someone ready to accept you as you are. Hell, right here, even though it's not romantic, you can find solace in the fact that you're not alone. I guarantee that you've yet to meet the person who is ready to return your feelings in kind since you haven't met every single person in the world; even in your own home town. Strong feelings of love like your's are a necessity in this fucked up and unfair world and you shouldn't let those feelings disappear into the abyss due to a handful of guys because there are people out there ready to receive that love and need to receive that love. Please, don't give up yet Jubei.

I've already given up.

This is beautiful, jb.



What was going on that started it off well? At what point do you personally feel it turned sour? Was it to do with how you felt and things went downhill from there? There are people who actually do understand. Sometimes it's about taking a breather, being more okay with yourself for a bit, then getting a feel for those types of people that do understand, and aren't hollow and judgmental over things they could never handle themselves.

Things just fall apart and its my fault. Seems like if something embarrassing will happen it will happen to me.
 
That is so incredibly awesome, jb. So glad to hear that you had such an amazing day! Hopefully there are more great days like that in the future. You really never know.
I know that for me, those incredibly rare great days come when I least expect them.

I wish it lasted. The problem with great days is that when you return to the status quo, the contrast can be crushing. Now I'm back to feeling disconnected from the world, from people and from myself and I'm not dealing well.
 
I really need to sell my gun.

I'm desperately trying to hold out for another year so that my life insurance pays out and so that my parents will get to see me graduate college.... but the way I'm feeling lately I don't know if I'm going to make it, especially with immediate access to a fast, painless, and lethal method sitting right underneath my bed.
 
Kwixotik - Edited to comply with your wishes in this matter.

Team Alucard - please get rid of that weapon. The suicidal impulse is just that, an impulse, and it tends to be the most lethal driver of successful suicides. Planners usually fail, and people with impulses usually die... and 9/10 people who do survive an impulsive suicide don't ever make a second attempt. Removing the temptation is best. Hit rock bottom if you need to, but do it without a gun available, I implore you.
 
My suicidal ideations aren't really impulsive. I've felt that way for about 4 years and have been actively preparing my exit since January of 2015.

I bought the gun because my plan is to walk into the emergency room of a hospital and blow my brains out, hopefully that way they will be able to salvage most of my organs in time before they go bad.

My problems are not fixable (I'm not at all comfortable discussing them in this thread but if you check my recent post history you'll probably be able to figure it out), thus all I can do is try and cope. But my coping strategies are starting to fail me and I fear that even the prospect of leaving my family $200,000 won't be enough to get me through the year.
 
Ah, I see, Team Alucard. I have some pretty strong opinions on that matter, but I don't feel like I have any right to post in that particular thread, and I don't want to intrude. (Don't worry though, they're positive opinions.)
 
I also got to spend a few hours with our beloved Piano this evening and all I'm gonna say is that the fucker ruined my television. It'll never be as sharp as it once was!

You're a fool, it looks
extremely marginally
better now!
Also, I'm sure my voice was peanuts next to the guy you did the gig with, based on what I've heard of him. There's a reason I'm teaching other people to sing!

My suicidal ideations aren't really impulsive. I've felt that way for about 4 years and have been actively preparing my exit since January of 2015.

I bought the gun because my plan is to walk into the emergency room of a hospital and blow my brains out, hopefully that way they will be able to salvage most of my organs in time before they go bad.

My problems are not fixable (I'm not at all comfortable discussing them in this thread but if you check my recent post history you'll probably be able to figure it out), thus all I can do is try and cope. But my coping strategies are starting to fail me and I fear that even the prospect of leaving my family $200,000 won't be enough to get me through the year.

From what I gather from your post, Team Alucard, you want to take your own life in an ER so that your organs are salvageable and are able to elp those that need them? Do you see any holes in that logic?

<3
 
You're a fool, it looks
extremely marginally
better now!
Also, I'm sure my voice was peanuts next to the guy you did the gig with, based on what I've heard of him. There's a reason I'm teaching other people to sing!



From what I gather from your post, Team Alucard, you want to take your own life in an ER so that your organs are salvageable and are able to elp those that need them? Do you see any holes in that logic?

<3

The way i see it there are two different ways I could end it.

I could kill myself in the most peacful and least traumatizing manner (helium asphyxiation preceded by a 911 call to ensure that a trained professional is the first to find my body) or I can kill myself in the ER which would be messy and traumatize any witnesses, but leave the greatest chance for my organs to save other people's lives.

The idea is to minimize the harm and maximize the benefit my death can bring. Its also why i applied for life insurance and why I have been liquidating all my possessions so that I can give the money to someone who really needs it
 
The way i see it there are two different ways I could end it.

I could kill myself in the most peacful and least traumatizing manner (helium asphyxiation preceded by a 911 call to ensure that a trained professional is the first to find my body) or I can kill myself in the ER which would be messy and traumatize any witnesses, but leave the greatest chance for my organs to save other people's lives.

The idea is to minimize the harm and maximize the benefit my death can bring. Its also why i applied for life insurance and why I have been liquidating all my possessions so that I can give the money to someone who really needs it

Your logic is flawed. Even to the head, there is not a 100% chance that a gunshot wound will kill you. And being in the ER, you're in an ideal place for people to drag you immediately into surgery. If you're able to be saved, it is highly likely you'll be left with irreversible brain damage.
 
I really feel as though I've been making more progress recently but have also had spikes in anxiety. I feel as though they are related; that I should focus on the fact that my baseline levels of anxiety and depression are far better than they have been in the past rather than judge on a day-by-day basis.

My social skills and ability to start and engage in conversations are far better than they were, but I still get many days (like today) where negative thoughts tend to dominate and I feel that people find my appearance/ manner weird and my presence unwelcome. This is particularly acute when I start conversations that don't really go anywhere, or when I go to a social event but don't end up speaking to some of the people there (I assume that they are avoiding me when really it's far more likely that we just didn't have the opportunity to speak). I'm trying hard to keep my thoughts grounded in reality and facts, and typing this out here helps a lot.

I've been getting bolder initiating conversations on dating websites. Up until last Tuesday I hadn't sent a message since November, but I have sent two in the past week. Proof that I am improving.
 
The way i see it there are two different ways I could end it.

I could kill myself in the most peacful and least traumatizing manner (helium asphyxiation preceded by a 911 call to ensure that a trained professional is the first to find my body) or I can kill myself in the ER which would be messy and traumatize any witnesses, but leave the greatest chance for my organs to save other people's lives.

The idea is to minimize the harm and maximize the benefit my death can bring. Its also why i applied for life insurance and why I have been liquidating all my possessions so that I can give the money to someone who really needs it
Yeeesh.. Um well then you should be double sure your life insurance pays out in cases of suicide.
 
What do you guys do about rumination and obsessive thoughts? The moment something upsets me and I can't fix it, I'm fixated on it for hours upon hours and I'm barely able to function in my day. Today I got my n3DS back from repairs and the screen is TN and not IPS, and I cant stop thinking about it although I know it doesn't matter.

I also compulsively touch my hair and cut it so that it's an even length on both sides of my head, which in the end only makes my hair more imbalanced and shorter because I'm not a barber. Its my own nervous habit, which causes me to pull hairs right around the curve of my ear. I get so anxious and anxiety meds don't automatically solve my habit, and it's not like I have OCD either.
 
What do you guys do about rumination and obsessive thoughts? The moment something upsets me and I can't fix it, I'm fixated on it for hours upon hours. Today I got my n3DS back from repairs and the screen is TN and not IPS, and I cant stop thinking about it although I know it doesn't matter.

I also compulsively touch my hair and cut it so that it's an even length on both sides of my head, which in the end only makes my hair more imbalanced and shorter because I'm not a barber. Its my own nervous habit, which causes me to pull hairs right around the curve on my ear. I get so anxious and anxiety meds don't automatically solve my habit, and it's not like I have OCD either.

I used to ruminate a lot but have been trying meditation-esque rituals where I'd lay in bed with my eyes closed or blindfold on, turn on the sound of rain and focus solely on that sound. I just focus on the sound of the rain for 15-20 minutes when I overthink things too much. The trick is to focus on the sound and realize when you're letting other thoughts cloud that focus on the rain. I feel it's helped me more with focusing my thinking more in the relative now than worrying about future possibilities.

I'm not much help on the hair thing sadly though :/
 
What do you guys do about rumination and obsessive thoughts?
Displacement activities & meditation. Insomnia? Do the "roll and count" and breathing exercises. Too sick to game? Read a book. Bored of books? Stream something. Bored of everything? Browse the ever-changing internet. Self-harm drive (not me, but I have family members with it)? Do one of the super-long list of replacements instead of cutting, like snapping a rubber band or getting an ice cube. Maybe get a sensory tool for your scalp to displace the hair-cutting urge with?

Also, don't be afraid to have a good crying session. I don't believe in that BS idea that people who cry are weak. Sometimes it is the only coping tool you have left in the arsenal.
 
My psych took me off my old meds today, and she put me on vistaril and lamotrigine to try and stabilize before putting me back on more antidepressants and ssris.

the vistaril is supposed to be similar to xanax which she didn't want to prescribe me, dunno how true that is since the last time I had xanax was when I was 11.

Pretty upset about all teh weightgain from my meds, I've gone from 220, to 250, and now to 280. Fuck me I can't believe I'm almost 300 lbs again and it took me so long to get down to 220 the first time from 400.
 
the depression has come back. I feel no joy in things. I sleep all day. I use television and the internet as background noise, I eat once a day. I told the girl I was enjoying being around not to talk to me anymore. everything is grey.
 
Hello, Mental Health-GAF!

First time here, and excellent opening posts! While I am fortunate enough to not be battling with depression myself - though I have my own problems with sympathy and empathy - I’ve found the posts very helpful in learning more about what the struggle entails for those who are.

With that said, I do have friends who are fighting it. While I am mindful of avoiding the major don'ts - discrediting or diminishing their feelings, telling them to toughen up, thinking or feeling they are a burden, etc. - I am at a complete loss when it comes to what to do or say when they're feeling down. Are there any general pointers on how to best support them during such times? I've no delusions of being able to talk the depression away and am aware that there aren't one-size-fits-all solutions. But just about anything sounds better than awkwardly trying to make small talk or defaulting to giving them space for a while.
 
Hi Kikirin! You sound like a great friend already.

Honestly mental illness can be very personalized, so this is very much a not one-size-fits-all response, and the exact kind/depth of support would vary greatly depending on who you are talking to and what kind of relationship you have with them. For me, during the bleakest times, just having someone to listen without trying to load you down with advise is amazing. Someone who will listen, say that sucks, buy tissues (or treats), hold you when you cry? Or just sit in companionable silence? Invaluable. You don't need to exhaust yourself and your own personal resources, just make a little time each day to let them know you're there and care. You can absolutely do this while simultaneously giving someone space. A quick text before you go to sleep, letting them know you have time the next morning if they want to talk, for example.

If someone's actively getting help, talking to them about what they're doing (if they're comfortable doing so) and offering to join in where appropriate is beyond cool, if you're into it. A lot of mental health regimens usually come with some sort of physical activity requirement; exercise, yoga, meditation, for example. And sometimes people don't want to talk about it or are embarrassed to do things in a group setting, and that's okay. Sometimes putting the offer on the table is enough. Just offering to grab a meal together in a "safe space" or run interference at a social gathering for people with anxiety is really awesome. That's the kind of support I'm most often on the receiving end of, since my social anxiety is at agoraphobia levels.

A person with mental health problems might not understand that they need to communicate their thoughts and feelings and needs to the people closest to them. There is sometimes a very inward-facing component that wants to shut people out or push them away, or doesn't see the need to talk to other people because that's why they ended up hurting in the first place. People that expect others to be psychic, basically. You might've have to remind them that supernatural powers don't exist and that you aren't going to know how to help unless they tell you.

One thing I'd watch out for is offering too much sympathy and support, to the point it becomes a codependency issue. You sound like you're well aware of those issues, though. Have personal limits and boundaries and respect them, and yourself. I'm pretty bad at that one. Keep trying to throw other people life preservers when my own ship is sinking.
 
My psych took me off my old meds today, and she put me on vistaril and lamotrigine to try and stabilize before putting me back on more antidepressants and ssris.

the vistaril is supposed to be similar to xanax which she didn't want to prescribe me, dunno how true that is since the last time I had xanax was when I was 11.

Pretty upset about all teh weightgain from my meds, I've gone from 220, to 250, and now to 280. Fuck me I can't believe I'm almost 300 lbs again and it took me so long to get down to 220 the first time from 400.
I hope this ends up working for you!!

And I'm sorry... med induced weight gain sucks. It feels just awful when you've been trying to get it down. I've been med-jumping for a while (nothing seemed to work until now) and my weight has been up and down and up more (more up than anything). So frustrating.

Just try to keep in mind that you WERE 400 and you lost 180 pounds!! Thats amazing!! And from the way you word it, it seems like you won't be on those meds forever. So maybe you can switch to something else after stablizing, and you may level out?

If you feel like the med weight gain is causing more problems emotionally than it is helping, I would talk to your psych. Being depressed already sucks, having your meds make you MORE depressed because of shitty side effects is the suckest.

And don't get discouraged. Eat as well as you can, and exercise when you can (as much as you feel you can). I'm sure you're already doing this, but I figured I'd mention it anyway.

If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for ya!

(If I overstepped here, I apologize. I know weight is a sensitive topic for people, especially with depression.)
 
Vistiril is an antihistamine. It is used for sleep or an anxiolytic. Basically like Benadryl.

Docs probably just want to be more careful in prescribing potentially addictive drugs like benzos.
 
Hello, Mental Health-GAF.

For those who are dealing with depression or low feelings, I think finding out about how to cultivate better physical health is very good starting point to turn things around. The body's state of health is linked very much to how you feel.

One of the main reasons why I think reaching towards physical wellness is a very effective method is because for the most part, the physical body is not completely dependent on your psychological state/spirit/will power (which may feel like it is at a low point). The physical body is subject to physical laws of nature. Meaning, to the best of your ability, if you find out what is healthy for the body, do more of that (at a pace comfortable to you), then, more healthy results for the body will happen accordingly. You may be aware or heard of some common ways for attaining greater physical health like diet/nutrition, exercise, getting enough sleep, getting sun/fresh air, etc.

What could happen if you successfully find out and continually treat your body well is your baseline feeling/mood will rise to a higher level (your baseline general feeling may fluctuate of course). Because your baseline feeling is higher, you may feel that you don't require (or even like) forced "will power" to reach any high performance level or goals that you may have set during the day and you won't feel as drained. With the positive changes brought with higher baseline feeling (and new found evidence that positive change can and does happen), you may feel a positive shift in your psychological feeling as well and suddenly, you may find and seek out more possibilities and opportunities to greater wellness.

During this process, know that all the good you do for yourself does add up. 10,000 steps is composed of 1 step... a couple times. What I mean is you can do 1 step! (and repeatedly if you want!)
 
I'm sorry to hear that, my dude. Condolences. Try to remember that her suffering is going to be eased and this is the right thing to do. Pet death is hard, but I believe in you.
Thank you <3

At one point I couldn't stop crying. I usually stay strong in situations like that, but not this time.

I really wanted to stay in the room until the end, but I just had to leave after they started preparing everything.

We all made her last day as beautiful as possible and I think leaving this world with so many beloved people staying with you until the very end is the best way to go.
 
Been on and off antidepressants, and when I'm off I drink heavily to suppress the anxiety, but I don't feel much better on them. I had pretty shitty health insurance so it was basically prohibitive to see a therapist. I'm going through a heavy drinking phase at the moment. Fuck my life. Either/or is misery.
 
Please forgive my last post if it sounded like "man up" or "cheer up". I don't mean that. Of course, it is not a quick cure all, may not work for everyone, and probably one of the more "shallow" approaches - it's just a starting point.

I have experienced a long lasting depression and during that a thought dawned on me one day that contributing malaise mainly to mental illness alone pushed myself towards seeking "mental solutions/cures". To me, that meant seeking out the psychological scientific solutions like therapy/counseling and medication at the time. What I didn't consider much at all at the time was seeking "physical solutions" like changing my diet, going to sleep early, etc.

There are times when you pay great attention to your physical health for instance, when you get violently sick or injured. The connection between how you feel and the state of your body is very clear in those moments. What isn't so obvious is paying attention to your body in a usual day e.g. paying attention to what you eat, any tension in the body, deciding on should you stay up late though you're feeling sleepy? The times when I treated my body in not so healthy ways often ignoring its signs, I felt generally less well. Whatever was directly caused by physical unwellness, I may have possibly erroneously contributed as due solely to my depression at the time making it seem even stronger and more overwhelming.

A reason why I recommended going about this way is when you attempt to better the physical self you're ruling out the physical side of things when you successfully treat it well and what is left to deal with is the non-physical side (you can call it mental/psychological/emotional/spiritual). It may not be a cure all and you may find yourself still "in the water". But you may find that you are not drowning anymore, your head is above the water, and you might look from another (hopefully clearer and healthier) perspective and find another way to get yourself out of the water.

You may gain an insight to gauging how things are really treating you (e.g. seeing hidden mistreatment of the body that you once took as "healthy" or "good for you") and that insight may spill over into your clearer seeing into the non-physical side as well (e.g. being able to see abuse as abuse, sources of pain, absurdity of some thoughts, etc.).

You're creating the best as possible environment of health and healing and increasing your chances of success. Hopefully, this is helpful and I'd like to share some more ideas here later.

Take care everybody.
 
I'm such a piece of shit.

I had a friend in high school. He is kind if an ass hole in terms of how blunt he is, but he has always treated me fairly respecfully.

About 6 years ago his mom gave me a puppy. It was a piece of shit dog and I ended up getting rid of it about half a year later.

I felt so guilty that I stopped hanging out with the dude. I couldn't look his mom in the face. I justified it by saying the dude was a piece of shit, when he wasnt.

This last year I started hanging out with the dude again because of a mutual love of tabletop gaming. And I realise now that all these years we could have been pretty close friends. Instead I was a bitch.
 
Hi Kikirin!

Thanks a lot for the detailed response, it is very helpful! It definitely gives me a lot to consider: ways to revise my current responses, new ways to help and engage with them, and insight into what they might be thinking, feeling, and valuing. Will put some if it into practice when the situation next arises.
 
So... I've been taking antidepressants for over a year now.

I feel great (honestly my girlfriend saved me), but stopping the treatment takes fucking forever... I want to stop but I'm fearing secundary effects so I'm sticking with my doc's instructions.

And man... The weight will be hard to loose. Went from 54kg to 81kg... Aiming at 70 this year and 60 next year even though it seems impossible.

Is weight the major problem here ?

What's your height and build? I've been considering ADs myself, and the weight gain aspect might make or break it for me depending on how severe it is.
 
Had my heart broken for the first time last weekend, maybe some of you saw my thread. It is very sudden and unexpected, and despite me saying nothing abusive she is ignoring me and blocked me on social media.

I wanted to make this post because I feel quite proud of how I'm handling the situation considering my history with mental health issues. Between the ages 16-22 most of the time I struggled with depression, anxiety and suicidal feelings. I actually did try foolishly to kill myself once when drunk.

Anyway, the first few days post breakup I was totally devastated and not able to do anything. But now I feel a lot better and am doing about as well as could be expected considering the circumstances. There's still a sadness hanging over me, but I'm moving on. I've been able to keep up with my studies, talk with friends, and now I can smile and laugh again. I just walked my dog and had fun dancing to my music by myself on the quiet country lanes.

Sure, I have some feelings of worthlessness but nothing beyond what I think is normal. I'm not being too hard on myself now, I certainly haven't had suicidal feelings, and I'm now able to still feel optimistic about the future.

I remember I used to be so utterly convinced that I'd never be in a relationship and never find any happiness in life. But to my great surprise I was wrong, and somehow I seem to have transformed into a fairly emotionally healthy person.

So to those of you who feel like I used to that there is no hope, know that things can get better. Change is never impossible.
 
Hey everyone. I don't post in here much, but I do read and catch up on the thread.

I've been slipping lately. I was doing fine for a while, "finally fine... most of the time", was my little catchphrase to myself. I've been dealing with some level of depression for longer than I can remember. But my baseline had been higher for a while, at least.

But, I don't know, old miseries have been popping back up. I think it's my work location. I was working in a different area for about a year, but now I'm back in a location that I was working while some bad relationship stuff was going on and I think it's bringing back those memories. Sorry if I'm being vague, but I don't want to dig up that past.

Anyway, I was listening to some music and the lyrics reminded me of her. But then I realized that if she heard the same song, she'd probably think of someone else.
 
Granted I've been drinking, but I haven't felt this low in a while.

I've had an incredibly blurred mind for the past few months, but it's all just accumulated tonight into one big mess I can't quite comprehend.

Every aspect of my life is a blur right now, with all of it overlapping mentally. I've got health issues that aren't getting better, I feel ignored and left out from my friends, my sex/love life is nonexistent and I'm also not where I want to be with my projects/work.

I'm 26 and yet I feel like an old man who has yet to live his youth or achieve anything. Time is moving by quickly and I have nothing to show for it.
 
I've posted a few times about this, but I have been pretty miserable since moving last August to start my job. This is my first year of teaching (public school) and I honestly can't remember more than a handful of days where I felt good about myself at work. Pretty much every evening and weekend is essentially a self therapy session as I try to help myself keep my head above water. More often than not I wake up with anxiety already activated and have had symptoms about as worse as I've ever had them.

I decided to leave my current school after finishing the year out. I'll be moving back to my previous city where the lifestyle is a much better fit for my personality and hobbies, and where I have people who are very, very dear to me to support me.

The more and more final this decision gets (this week I signed a lease which will start in July), the better I feel. It's like a thunderstorm slowly dissipating. I don't have a job lined up for next school year yet, but motion should start happening next month. I do worry that since my mental health honestly has affected my abilities to fulfill work duties that I might be impacted by references, but I'm trying to focus on improving at those things in the meantime.

Still, I have a lot of trouble feeling positive. It's hard for me to get excited about things (I'm going on a meditation retreat this weekend and attending a wedding next weekend, but like other things I'd usually look forward to with energy, I'm just sluggishly approaching each event). I know I can make it to the end, but there's still this subconscious sense of dread that lingers. There are 12 weeks remaining and although that's a much better number than the 21 weeks that were left after winter break, I am having difficulty not feeling like a heavy weight is upon me. Does anyone have any tips that might help me get through these last 60-ish school days?


I'm 26 and yet I feel like an old man who has yet to live his youth or achieve anything. Time is moving by quickly and I have nothing to show for it.
There is no race, no timeline for success. Wherever you are right now is fine. I took 8 years to get my undergrad degree so I can relate.
 
It's been a shitty week, but it's getting better.

We called an ambulance for my Mom, because she wasn't able to stop coughing on Tuesday. They did an x-ray, said they didn't see anything in her lung, but kept her in emerg. Then, at 7am the next morning, they called and told us to rush in because she wasn't doing well. She had stopped breathing, and had had to be 'bagged' manually.

They put her on a bipap machine, and things were potentially grim, but she bounced back really well and was moved to ICU later that night. The next day, she was off the bipap and just on oxygen, but confused. Today, she's in a room with others and not in isolation.

It's been miraculous.
 
First week of work is over and so far it's going alright I am still a bit nervous about actually following the script and taking my first calls on the phone when the time comes. I am fine with most of my coworkers but there are some that get on my nerves pretty badly but I can ignore them pretty easily. Once I get my first check I'll be much more comfortable as I'll be able to get more clothes to wear to work instead of wearing the same things over and over again.



Glad she's recovered pretty quickly.
 
Had my heart broken for the first time last weekend, maybe some of you saw my thread. It is very sudden and unexpected, and despite me saying nothing abusive she is ignoring me and blocked me on social media.

I wanted to make this post because I feel quite proud of how I'm handling the situation considering my history with mental health issues. Between the ages 16-22 most of the time I struggled with depression, anxiety and suicidal feelings. I actually did try foolishly to kill myself once when drunk.

Anyway, the first few days post breakup I was totally devastated and not able to do anything. But now I feel a lot better and am doing about as well as could be expected considering the circumstances. There's still a sadness hanging over me, but I'm moving on. I've been able to keep up with my studies, talk with friends, and now I can smile and laugh again. I just walked my dog and had fun dancing to my music by myself on the quiet country lanes.

Sure, I have some feelings of worthlessness but nothing beyond what I think is normal. I'm not being too hard on myself now, I certainly haven't had suicidal feelings, and I'm now able to still feel optimistic about the future.

I remember I used to be so utterly convinced that I'd never be in a relationship and never find any happiness in life. But to my great surprise I was wrong, and somehow I seem to have transformed into a fairly emotionally healthy person.

So to those of you who feel like I used to that there is no hope, know that things can get better. Change is never impossible.

Glad to hear you're keeping relatively level through the difficulties of the breakup, AngryMoth. Loss is never an easy thing to deal with in any form, and surely there will be continued ups and downs and the occasional gut punch but trust me, as long as you stay open to the experience and stay in touch with your thoughts and feelings you can heal more and more over time. You're exhibiting great strength in how you're dealing with everything.

Been on and off antidepressants, and when I'm off I drink heavily to suppress the anxiety, but I don't feel much better on them. I had pretty shitty health insurance so it was basically prohibitive to see a therapist. I'm going through a heavy drinking phase at the moment. Fuck my life. Either/or is misery.

Have you spoken to your doctor about trying different sorts of medication for your anxiety, mozfan? There are many different types of medications that can work for anxiety.

Hey everyone. I don't post in here much, but I do read and catch up on the thread.

I've been slipping lately. I was doing fine for a while, "finally fine... most of the time", was my little catchphrase to myself. I've been dealing with some level of depression for longer than I can remember. But my baseline had been higher for a while, at least.

But, I don't know, old miseries have been popping back up. I think it's my work location. I was working in a different area for about a year, but now I'm back in a location that I was working while some bad relationship stuff was going on and I think it's bringing back those memories. Sorry if I'm being vague, but I don't want to dig up that past.

Anyway, I was listening to some music and the lyrics reminded me of her. But then I realized that if she heard the same song, she'd probably think of someone else.

Ups and downs are unavoidable, SeriousApes; often times the challenge is not taking the current up or down we're caught in and extrapolating it outwards into a certain future. In my opinion, the best you can do when you're in a valley is to learn the landscape, so to speak - query your thoughts, your feelings, what brought you here, etc. The more you understand your circumstances the more options for moving into a better headspace will present themselves.

That being said, as I said in response to AngryMoth, some gutpunches here and there are part of moving through the difficulties of love lost. I hope you can find the will to breathe through it and take everything one step at a time. That's my mantra / catchphrase these days - one step at a time. That's the only way I can get through good times or bad. One step at a time.

Granted I've been drinking, but I haven't felt this low in a while.

I've had an incredibly blurred mind for the past few months, but it's all just accumulated tonight into one big mess I can't quite comprehend.

Every aspect of my life is a blur right now, with all of it overlapping mentally. I've got health issues that aren't getting better, I feel ignored and left out from my friends, my sex/love life is nonexistent and I'm also not where I want to be with my projects/work.

I'm 26 and yet I feel like an old man who has yet to live his youth or achieve anything. Time is moving by quickly and I have nothing to show for it.

I'm sorry to hear that you're in a low place, Xun. I agree with Desperado that there is no rock solid timeline for life or success or what have you - we're all doing this for the first time and making it up as we go along. The human pursuit is to be contended, to the best of our ability, and that can take many shapes and forms, and is ultimately a condition that will come and go. Someone may be "ahead" now but "behind" later or vice versa. There's simply no knowing what could happen.

Still, there is something to be said for understanding your own feelings about your situation and realistically assessing what can be done about it. Not just your situation, but also your perception - after all, we will never be able to fulfill our grandest ambitions of being perfect and happy. Instead it's a matter of moving towards our ambitions while also moving our ambitions closer to us so we can meet in the middle. For instance, lately I've been feeling unattractive for a number of reasons and while I'm figuring out some things I can do to boost my self-image I've also come to understand that it's vital to lower my level of self-criticism. If I'm coming from a place of hating myself, my situation, my looks, or whatever else, no matter what I'll do I'll find a way to continue hating, SOMETHING to keep latching on to. So I've got to work from both the left and right simultaneously.

So when you mention your social issues and sex/love life - do you have any sense of what's brought on the unhappiness and what could possibly change on both ends of the equation? Health is a bit more complex; I do hope everything works out and you're able to stay as healthy as possible.

I've posted a few times about this, but I have been pretty miserable since moving last August to start my job. This is my first year of teaching (public school) and I honestly can't remember more than a handful of days where I felt good about myself at work. Pretty much every evening and weekend is essentially a self therapy session as I try to help myself keep my head above water. More often than not I wake up with anxiety already activated and have had symptoms about as worse as I've ever had them.

I decided to leave my current school after finishing the year out. I'll be moving back to my previous city where the lifestyle is a much better fit for my personality and hobbies, and where I have people who are very, very dear to me to support me.

The more and more final this decision gets (this week I signed a lease which will start in July), the better I feel. It's like a thunderstorm slowly dissipating. I don't have a job lined up for next school year yet, but motion should start happening next month. I do worry that since my mental health honestly has affected my abilities to fulfill work duties that I might be impacted by references, but I'm trying to focus on improving at those things in the meantime.

Still, I have a lot of trouble feeling positive. It's hard for me to get excited about things (I'm going on a meditation retreat this weekend and attending a wedding next weekend, but like other things I'd usually look forward to with energy, I'm just sluggishly approaching each event). I know I can make it to the end, but there's still this subconscious sense of dread that lingers. There are 12 weeks remaining and although that's a much better number than the 21 weeks that were left after winter break, I am having difficulty not feeling like a heavy weight is upon me. Does anyone have any tips that might help me get through these last 60-ish school days?

One step at a time. It's my mantra. It's my motto. Lately it's been the key to getting through tough stuff. If at night I'm greeted by an intense desire to avoid my obligations the next morning I remind myself continually that I have to take it one step at a time. My only objective at that point in time is to fall asleep. Once I get to the morning, then I figure out the next step. Maybe I'll still want to take a sick day. But usually I don't, as long as I can keep thinking one step at a time, rather than looking at the aggregate of my obligations for the next day week or month and feeling overwhelmed.

Of course, reinforcing that mindset will be different for everyone. For me it involves literally speaking out loud to remind myself, especially as I'm going to bed, which is when I feel most anxious and vulnerable. I also stay very organized and structured so I never get "surprised" by work or obligations and the such.

I've said it before, but I really admire your strength, Desperado, in getting through this immensely difficult situation. It's fantastic that you're signed up for a meditation retreat, not only because it'll probably help but also because it's always good to keep engaged and motivated as much as possible through tough periods rather than spending our free time burying our head in the sand hoping the next day won't come. I say that because that's exactly what I used to do - trying to hold on very tightly to my time away from the things I was avoiding hoping they'd never happen and my free time would last forever.

Anyways. One step at a time. Those steps can be as big or as small as we need them to be.

Meditation / mindfulness also helps me. Both in getting through things one present-moment at a time and in trying to switch course on nights where I notice myself avoiding my thoughts or feelings. I sit down and follow my breath and try to consciously let me emotions hit me. It's 15 minutes of discomfort in exchange for clarity and a much longer sense of mental calm.

It's been a shitty week, but it's getting better.

We called an ambulance for my Mom, because she wasn't able to stop coughing on Tuesday. They did an x-ray, said they didn't see anything in her lung, but kept her in emerg. Then, at 7am the next morning, they called and told us to rush in because she wasn't doing well. She had stopped breathing, and had had to be 'bagged' manually.

They put her on a bipap machine, and things were potentially grim, but she bounced back really well and was moved to ICU later that night. The next day, she was off the bipap and just on oxygen, but confused. Today, she's in a room with others and not in isolation.

It's been miraculous.

I'm glad to hear she's making a smooth recovery, Chewie, and I hope for the best.

First week of work is over and so far it's going alright I am still a bit nervous about actually following the script and taking my first calls on the phone when the time comes. I am fine with most of my coworkers but there are some that get on my nerves pretty badly but I can ignore them pretty easily. Once I get my first check I'll be much more comfortable as I'll be able to get more clothes to wear to work instead of wearing the same things over and over again.

I swear I'm not copy / pasting but...one step at a time, redlegs! It's amazing how far you've come already, and no matter what happens you've demonstrated strength in navigating this new job. There's always a degree of uncertainty when fitting into a new place.

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