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If you need to talk I am here.
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ghostofsparta
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I hop in and out of this thread. Lately I've been feeling mostly fine but I am damn tired of being so lonely so I am on a mission to do something about it.
I have been talking to this girl for a couple of weeks and honestly when I hang out with her it is always the highlight of my day/week. I am trying really hard to not seem desperate because no one likes that, but it's so hard when I terribly am. I'm SO TIRED of being lonely. Fucking sick of it.
But at the same time, for the first time in what seems like forever I feel a little better about myself. I generally think I am an ugly boring worthless piece of shit but I figure if this girl is willing to take time out of her life to spend with me then...I might not be so bad.
I have been talking to this girl for a couple of weeks and honestly when I hang out with her it is always the highlight of my day/week. I am trying really hard to not seem desperate because no one likes that, but it's so hard when I terribly am. I'm SO TIRED of being lonely. Fucking sick of it.
But at the same time, for the first time in what seems like forever I feel a little better about myself. I generally think I am an ugly boring worthless piece of shit but I figure if this girl is willing to take time out of her life to spend with me then...I might not be so bad.
Collete
Member
Wil, you can try again I'm sure.
I feel I can't bother anyone.
Yet ironically I'm bothering all of Depression GAF, heh...Pathetic of me.
When I get the guts, I'll talk to you. I really appreciate the offer.
It's not really coveting. It's their attitude which gets so annoying, their thanklessness. Their taking for granted so much, expecting that you have exactly what they have and if you don't - oh well sucks to be you!
THAT'S what makes me angry. It has almost nothing to do with the things. And I'm fully guilty of it and could stand to be far more thankful. If being in the presence of others who have less doesn't make you the least bit gracious for what you do have, then you take it all for granted anyway. Foolproof method.
I got this.
Depression gaf will get the genius that is Charlie Chaplin:
http://youtu.be/Yl0CBvIx-5Y
edit: The film is called City lights. It's said to have one of best endings in cinema history.
You are not bothering me or anyone here in the slightest. Well I am here when you are ready.
This. I'm back too, but then again I'm not here that often (or since long) so I'd understand if you wanted to talk to someone else, if anyone.
Just wanted to let you know I noticed your post and am sincerely concerned with whether or not you're okay.
You are winner #1 on the condition that you say a specific nice thing about an individual member of this thread. PM me your Steam ID!
Collete
Member
I've been boarder line OK/near death. Right now I don't even feel alive.
i know that feeling, i hate feeling that way. Sometimes it makes me want to drink or just close my eyes and sleep.
Collete
Member
My latest suicide attempt just got really bad.
My brain lapsed into a moment where it just did not give a fuck if I died or not and I could have ended it all right there and then.
I cried for a long time realizing how much of an idiot I have been.
Still feeling light headed and general feeling of being dead.
Mostly why I'm feeling this right now...I feel I just rambled there.
So Bagels thought it'd be fun to organize a weekly gaming night for all us folks in the thread. Considering that this is a video game forum and all.
THE GAME : CASTLE CRASHERS
The first game we've decided on is Castle Crashers! For the next thirty-eight hours, it's going for $4.99 on Steam. If we pool together and get the 4-pack, we can knock that price down to $3.75 each or gift some of the copies. It's available on both PCs and Macs 'cause the game's cool like that.steam said:
I'm definitely down to do a 4-pack. If anyone else is interested let me know.
THE TIME : UNDECIDED!
We have yet to decide on a day and time so suggestions are very welcome. Obviously the evening will probably be a good start.
Feel free to add Bagels and me on Steam:
Bagels
Pau
If you gals and guys also have suggestions for what we could play next (preferably something cheap or free), post 'em and we can come to a consensus about the next game.
Surface of Me
I'm not an NPC. And neither are we.
I'd play if I had it on PC, but 360 only here.
Surface of Me
I'm not an NPC. And neither are we.
im fucking worthless
User 100115
Banned
I am sorry I wasn't around while you were online. *hugs* I wish I could help you more. I am still making you a video!
On the Steam Game thing:
I need to get steam again and remember my account name.
Prax
Member
I hope the crying was relieving in some way. It seems like all that inner frustration needed to get out in some way, and crying seems like a good and healthy outlet for it.
Hope you're feeling better and are/were talking to someone during all of that. You're a really kind person and I just want to hug you through the screen and help you beat up every demon in your path.
A quote that popped up on my tumblr seemed relevant to this thread. Wonder what you guys thought of it:
John Green said:
I feel that with depression, there is also a desperation to live at the same time. Loss of sense of meaning or significance in the things in your life is debilitating. It's not pointless to feel deeply sad about it, because it's something important. There's a part of you that desperately wants to live, but that connection to meaning is so vital (and taken for granted all the time) that it becomes a struggle. I think giving recognition to that struggle is important to feeling like you're understood instead of lost and alone in the void.
Don't berate yourself for being sad or depressed or scared. There's something important you want to overcome and you're struggling to find a way to.
I never really posted in this thread before(or maybe I just don't remember), but I've read this thread from time to time, and have read some of the posters' troubling situations, and really, I wish I had the power to help in a big way. I'm one of you guys. But, I think after about a decade of seriously debilitating anxieties and feeling that my life is completely worthless, I think I may be at a point where I'm on my way to living a kind of normal and happy life. Maybe telling you guys a little bit about myself might help you in some way, even just for a tiny bit. These things about me is all true. You are not obligated to believe any of it, but trolling depressed people is the last thing I would do.
You see, when I was a kid, I was a huge brat. Spoiled as hell, bullied my siblings, lacked discipline and did whatever the hell I wanted. But even with my shitty attitude, I had lots of friends and was happy. It was that way for a good long while, until that incident in my early high school years, a point where I think everything started going down the shitter.
Long story short, I shit my pants. I shit my pants and everyone in the school knew about it.
I skipped school the day after, just like how you may have expected I might do. But eventually I had to go back to school, and you can imagine how I was feeling. Surprisingly, nobody in the school ever mocked me about it. At least, not openly. My friends, teachers and other students were acting like nothing happened. I thought that was good. But things were a little bit different than before. My friends and classmates acted a bit "nicer" to me than before. It becomes really quiet when I'm around. I get those "looks." When I hear somebody giggling, I keep getting the feeling that they were laughing at me. This certain janitor seem to be very upset with me. I guess he was the one who cleaned up after my "mess." I never really cared about what others thought of me before, but now? Eventually the atmosphere went back to normal. People just kinda forgot and moved on, I guess. I wanted to forget, too. I think I did forget about the whole incident for a while, but the anxiety I felt stayed with me.
So yeah, that crappy accident sort of changed me. I got quieter than before, preferred to keep to myself instead of hanging out with other peeps, and I have gotten really self-conscious. I don't think it was that bad yet, but this was just amplified in the worst way possible when me and my family decided to move here in Canada. I thought moving here was a great way for me to start over, where I could make friends who had no idea I shit my pants in public in the past. But the combination of a new culture, a new language to speak and me being a lot more introverted than before just made things worse.
There was this weird coincidence where I met this old classmate I had back in my home country, and he's going to the same school as I was! I felt relieved because now I know I won't be alone. And he's a nice enough guy that I'm sure he won't tell anybody I shit my pants. Anyway, the first couple of months of school in a new country went just fine. But then these two guys, I think they were Mexican or something, started to meet and talk with my homey frequently. Eventually, we all started hanging out during breaks. Or so I thought. They seem to like my old classmate a lot, but they never really talked to me. I tried talking to them, but they were like, "oh cool" and that was the extent of it. Eventually I "figured it out" and stopped following them around. My classmate still hanged out with me sometimes, but I got the impression that he was doing it out of pity, so I kinda pushed him away. This was the first time I've ever felt like a loner.
Tried hanging out with my younger brother, who also goes to the same school, but he knows from experience that I can be a huge jerk and me hanging out with him is really suspicious. He had no problem making friends though, so I steered clear when he's with his companions. Eventually I just didn't bother hanging out with him. Tried making friends with people who seemed interesting: gave me the cold shoulder. Tried making friends with people who I see everyday in school: gave me the cold shoulder. Tried making friends with people who seem to have the same interests as I have: gave me the cold shoulder. Tried making friends with people who don't seem to have friends themselves: still gave me the cold shoulder. I didn't know or understand why people appeared to have no interest in trying to get to know me. I mean, I've had no problems making friends in the past. I guess I just wasn't as assertive as before. I didn't know it at the time, but the negative psychological effects of shitting my pants had a lot to do with this.
Anyway, I just gave up on making friends at one point. I spent my remaining high school years without making any solid relationship with anybody. I did meet people I could have stayed friends with for a long time, but the self-consciousness and insecurity I felt got worse and worse, to the point that I feel inadequate to be with these people, thinking I'm not worth their time, and tried to avoid them. Depression happened as a result, and video games helped me forget about all these negativity even for just a little while. So I kinda got addicted to them, to the point that I played for hours on end everyday, not caring about anything else. My grades suffered because of this, and had to repeat grade 12 once. I barely graduated, but I missed the graduation ceremony, because I had to do things to qualify for graduation. But I didn't feel like I graduated at all, because the school was aware of my mental health issues, and I feel like they just gave me a pass.
My situation didn't get any better out of high school. I tried a total of two jobs in my entire life. I could go on about how things didn't work out, but...Needless to say, I quit both of them. One lasted for a couple of months, the other lasted for one day. It made me fear getting another job, and it pulled my self-esteem down to the pits of hell. All of the things happened to me resulted in this...black hole of hopelessness I thought I could never escape. I rarely left the house. I didn't want to meet new people. I didn't want to meet people who knows me. When I thought about what my future would be like, I saw nothing. I hated myself so much that I can't look at myself in the mirror. When I recall something stupid I did in the past, like shitting my pants, I physically winced. And I recalled the mistakes and regrets I did countless times in a day, everyday, for several years and just feel horrible about it, even if it was something I shouldn't be making a big deal out of. When I look at my parents, who have been very supportive, and my siblings, who I have hurt many times in the past, I really just wanted them to know how sorry I am for being an asshole, a fuckup, and a worthless human being. I just kept digging myself deeper and deeper and deeper. I tried to off myself on multiple occasions. You have no idea how many times I ended up in the bathroom holding a knife. But when it came to actually doing the deed, I just can't do it.
And it's not like I never did anything about this. I've been on different medications for who knows how long now, I had counseling, and a caring family. They all helped in some way, but something happened a few months ago that kinda...changed how I think, how I see the world, and gave me some ideas on how to approach my problems and goals. No, it's not a fucking religion. It's more like an epiphany. I got a little worried because I just felt full of hope all of a sudden, and that's fucking strange. So I asked my psychiatrist about it. He said it's not really hypomania or a side effect of the medications he gave me, so I shouldn't worry about it. I still kinda don't trust him, but I've been feeling good about myself for a few months now. Not in a "I'm high!" kind of good, but the feeling that...I'm okay with myself. I'm not afraid of getting judged by other people anymore. Talking to random people doesn't feel forced. I feel comfortable with looking at myself in the mirror now. I am totally okay with my imperfections, all the regrets and mistakes I made in the past, like shitting my pants, and I think I have accepted all of them and moved on. I can actually see myself being something in the future. Based on my current status, I am still a worthless piece of shit, freeloading and not getting a job and all. However, I feel like I can do something about those and I'm working on a plan that I will make sure is realistic enough to work, which may land me a job, and if it goes well enough, make my dreams come true. Am I being overly optimistic? I think so. Delusional? Only if I think I can do something that I realistically cannot. But I know what I can and cannot do, and I think this plan is worth a shot.
Anyway, I just want to say that as much as it has already been said enough times already, please don't kill yourself. You may feel hopeless right now, but if you are really feeling hopeless, then you've got nothing to lose. Ending your life just kills your chances of getting better. But you gotta do something. I don't know what, but something. That "epiphany" I had didn't show itself to me out of the blue. In fact, if I didn't do anything, I could have missed it. No seriously, if I chose not to go to that place where my family was planning to go, I would not be typing this shit for you guys. And believe me, I had a hard time convincing myself to go with them.
I want to elaborate on what that epiphany was, but I have been typing this thing for the whole freaking evening. I didn't think this post would be that long. And I'm a very slow at typing. I'll post it tomorrow maybe. Anyway, hope this helps you keep hope.
TL;DR I SHIT MY PANTS AND SHIT HAPPENED
You see, when I was a kid, I was a huge brat. Spoiled as hell, bullied my siblings, lacked discipline and did whatever the hell I wanted. But even with my shitty attitude, I had lots of friends and was happy. It was that way for a good long while, until that incident in my early high school years, a point where I think everything started going down the shitter.
Long story short, I shit my pants. I shit my pants and everyone in the school knew about it.
I skipped school the day after, just like how you may have expected I might do. But eventually I had to go back to school, and you can imagine how I was feeling. Surprisingly, nobody in the school ever mocked me about it. At least, not openly. My friends, teachers and other students were acting like nothing happened. I thought that was good. But things were a little bit different than before. My friends and classmates acted a bit "nicer" to me than before. It becomes really quiet when I'm around. I get those "looks." When I hear somebody giggling, I keep getting the feeling that they were laughing at me. This certain janitor seem to be very upset with me. I guess he was the one who cleaned up after my "mess." I never really cared about what others thought of me before, but now? Eventually the atmosphere went back to normal. People just kinda forgot and moved on, I guess. I wanted to forget, too. I think I did forget about the whole incident for a while, but the anxiety I felt stayed with me.
So yeah, that crappy accident sort of changed me. I got quieter than before, preferred to keep to myself instead of hanging out with other peeps, and I have gotten really self-conscious. I don't think it was that bad yet, but this was just amplified in the worst way possible when me and my family decided to move here in Canada. I thought moving here was a great way for me to start over, where I could make friends who had no idea I shit my pants in public in the past. But the combination of a new culture, a new language to speak and me being a lot more introverted than before just made things worse.
There was this weird coincidence where I met this old classmate I had back in my home country, and he's going to the same school as I was! I felt relieved because now I know I won't be alone. And he's a nice enough guy that I'm sure he won't tell anybody I shit my pants. Anyway, the first couple of months of school in a new country went just fine. But then these two guys, I think they were Mexican or something, started to meet and talk with my homey frequently. Eventually, we all started hanging out during breaks. Or so I thought. They seem to like my old classmate a lot, but they never really talked to me. I tried talking to them, but they were like, "oh cool" and that was the extent of it. Eventually I "figured it out" and stopped following them around. My classmate still hanged out with me sometimes, but I got the impression that he was doing it out of pity, so I kinda pushed him away. This was the first time I've ever felt like a loner.
Tried hanging out with my younger brother, who also goes to the same school, but he knows from experience that I can be a huge jerk and me hanging out with him is really suspicious. He had no problem making friends though, so I steered clear when he's with his companions. Eventually I just didn't bother hanging out with him. Tried making friends with people who seemed interesting: gave me the cold shoulder. Tried making friends with people who I see everyday in school: gave me the cold shoulder. Tried making friends with people who seem to have the same interests as I have: gave me the cold shoulder. Tried making friends with people who don't seem to have friends themselves: still gave me the cold shoulder. I didn't know or understand why people appeared to have no interest in trying to get to know me. I mean, I've had no problems making friends in the past. I guess I just wasn't as assertive as before. I didn't know it at the time, but the negative psychological effects of shitting my pants had a lot to do with this.
Anyway, I just gave up on making friends at one point. I spent my remaining high school years without making any solid relationship with anybody. I did meet people I could have stayed friends with for a long time, but the self-consciousness and insecurity I felt got worse and worse, to the point that I feel inadequate to be with these people, thinking I'm not worth their time, and tried to avoid them. Depression happened as a result, and video games helped me forget about all these negativity even for just a little while. So I kinda got addicted to them, to the point that I played for hours on end everyday, not caring about anything else. My grades suffered because of this, and had to repeat grade 12 once. I barely graduated, but I missed the graduation ceremony, because I had to do things to qualify for graduation. But I didn't feel like I graduated at all, because the school was aware of my mental health issues, and I feel like they just gave me a pass.
My situation didn't get any better out of high school. I tried a total of two jobs in my entire life. I could go on about how things didn't work out, but...Needless to say, I quit both of them. One lasted for a couple of months, the other lasted for one day. It made me fear getting another job, and it pulled my self-esteem down to the pits of hell. All of the things happened to me resulted in this...black hole of hopelessness I thought I could never escape. I rarely left the house. I didn't want to meet new people. I didn't want to meet people who knows me. When I thought about what my future would be like, I saw nothing. I hated myself so much that I can't look at myself in the mirror. When I recall something stupid I did in the past, like shitting my pants, I physically winced. And I recalled the mistakes and regrets I did countless times in a day, everyday, for several years and just feel horrible about it, even if it was something I shouldn't be making a big deal out of. When I look at my parents, who have been very supportive, and my siblings, who I have hurt many times in the past, I really just wanted them to know how sorry I am for being an asshole, a fuckup, and a worthless human being. I just kept digging myself deeper and deeper and deeper. I tried to off myself on multiple occasions. You have no idea how many times I ended up in the bathroom holding a knife. But when it came to actually doing the deed, I just can't do it.
And it's not like I never did anything about this. I've been on different medications for who knows how long now, I had counseling, and a caring family. They all helped in some way, but something happened a few months ago that kinda...changed how I think, how I see the world, and gave me some ideas on how to approach my problems and goals. No, it's not a fucking religion. It's more like an epiphany. I got a little worried because I just felt full of hope all of a sudden, and that's fucking strange. So I asked my psychiatrist about it. He said it's not really hypomania or a side effect of the medications he gave me, so I shouldn't worry about it. I still kinda don't trust him, but I've been feeling good about myself for a few months now. Not in a "I'm high!" kind of good, but the feeling that...I'm okay with myself. I'm not afraid of getting judged by other people anymore. Talking to random people doesn't feel forced. I feel comfortable with looking at myself in the mirror now. I am totally okay with my imperfections, all the regrets and mistakes I made in the past, like shitting my pants, and I think I have accepted all of them and moved on. I can actually see myself being something in the future. Based on my current status, I am still a worthless piece of shit, freeloading and not getting a job and all. However, I feel like I can do something about those and I'm working on a plan that I will make sure is realistic enough to work, which may land me a job, and if it goes well enough, make my dreams come true. Am I being overly optimistic? I think so. Delusional? Only if I think I can do something that I realistically cannot. But I know what I can and cannot do, and I think this plan is worth a shot.
Anyway, I just want to say that as much as it has already been said enough times already, please don't kill yourself. You may feel hopeless right now, but if you are really feeling hopeless, then you've got nothing to lose. Ending your life just kills your chances of getting better. But you gotta do something. I don't know what, but something. That "epiphany" I had didn't show itself to me out of the blue. In fact, if I didn't do anything, I could have missed it. No seriously, if I chose not to go to that place where my family was planning to go, I would not be typing this shit for you guys. And believe me, I had a hard time convincing myself to go with them.
I want to elaborate on what that epiphany was, but I have been typing this thing for the whole freaking evening. I didn't think this post would be that long. And I'm a very slow at typing. I'll post it tomorrow maybe. Anyway, hope this helps you keep hope.
TL;DR I SHIT MY PANTS AND SHIT HAPPENED
i nerini del buio
Member
So apparently I am dysthymic and starting ssri therapy this week. The thing that worries me is that I remember being like this since I was a kid and I consider this just my way of being, my character, if it makes any sense. In fact, I didn't seek help for depression, but for my ocd. If you take this "cronic depression" out I'm afraid there's nothing left of me, like emptying a bottle of its content or something like that :/ On the other hand I am so, so tired and want things to change eh.
It takes a genius to understand a genius. So anyone who found the Chaplin vid funny is a genius. How's that? Or does somebody have to step forward first?
How specific do I got to be?
o.0
Anyways. As I said before, I'm a writer and the only way I can contribute to this thread is in that regard.
Writing is awesome. It's a little bit of magic, I said, to my nephew today. And none of that cool quick-hands street cred magic. This is proper telepathy stuff, I says to him. How? he went.
I can take you into a jungle, like bam! then to a desert. now!
woh, he said. I can totally see the desert in my head.
Pink elephant.
No, that didn't work, I totally saw, a normal elephant. Arrh, get out my head. I can see a pink elephant.
And that's what I'm working on now. Imagination and knowledge. So how does this relate to my posting in this thread? Good question.
I read earlier about Creativity and depression, and I've done short stories about this before, so I wondered if anybody here found writing beneficial? as in utilising writing as a therapeutic device?
Try, writing a letter to your self, the inner you or the inner child, or whatever.
You're on the beach, the sky is bright, the sea is blue.. mike check mike check. Is this thing even working?
Science!
wsoxfan1214
Banned
Question for ya'll. My friend is kind of worrying me because they got put on Zoloft. What're your guys' experiences with this?
Collete
Member
It's ok, I know you were dealing some rougher stuff than me.
Don't sweat it at all.
Heh, I still look forward to it, thank you
You're two sweet both of you...
I just feel bad I put attention on myself.
Part of me feels like I became an attention whore because of my depression and suicide attempts *sigh*
Yeah it was important about why I was down...Never really thought it should really matter in that sense.
Thanks.
How long have they been on it?
Charles Foster Kane
Rosebud
It's a terrible feeling. There's nothing I can say. I hope you feel better soon.
I myself am feeling a bit down today for some reason.
I'm trying to distract myself to shake off the feeling.
wsoxfan1214
Banned
3-4 weeks at the moment, iirc.
Give it more time, stuff doesn't really start to kick in until like 30-90 days.
If he's not feeling safe, he needs to talk to his psych.
wsoxfan1214
Banned
It wasn't necessarily for depression. I was just asking if anyone noticed differences in behavior or the like.
Dice
Pokémon Parentage Conspiracy Theorist
Slept from 7pm to 2pm, now at 8:30pm sleepy again. Can't tell if body still fighting infection or if seriously depressed.
Have you ever thought of the connection? Depression is connected to sleeping a lot and even body aches, but maybe it isn't all psychosomatic. Our bodies are ecosystems of microbes, and it would make sense that we only have solid awareness of diseases that cause acute symptoms rather than behavioral changes. Maybe there are many infectious diseases that affect us in subtle ways or brain functions.
As for behavior/personality changes... maybe? A lot of shit happened in my life around the time so I don't know if the medicine is the reason I became more mellow. Having been off it now I haven't changed back, sooo...
Have you ever thought of the connection? Depression is connected to sleeping a lot and even body aches, but maybe it isn't all psychosomatic. Our bodies are ecosystems of microbes, and it would make sense that we only have solid awareness of diseases that cause acute symptoms rather than behavioral changes. Maybe there are many infectious diseases that affect us in subtle ways or brain functions.
That (sertaline) is what I took for my anxiety/panic disorder, worked like a charm! Only had side effects of low libido, drowsiness, and slight digestion issues for a month then it was smooth sailing for a few years. I was down to 25mg a day and cut cold turkey (not my choice, financial issues) without any problems.
As for behavior/personality changes... maybe? A lot of shit happened in my life around the time so I don't know if the medicine is the reason I became more mellow. Having been off it now I haven't changed back, sooo...
Went to the doctor today. She said I'm mildly depressed but nothing to the extent of medication. She gave me a lot of places to look into CBT and such so...gonna start looking into that once I get through final projects week!
Then maybe someday I won't want to throw up everytime I look in a mirror. Haha.
To be perfectly honest, I don't think I'm ever gonna fix my issues with men, but that's okay. If I can even kind of fix my issues with me, then that's all I need.
Then maybe someday I won't want to throw up everytime I look in a mirror. Haha.
To be perfectly honest, I don't think I'm ever gonna fix my issues with men, but that's okay. If I can even kind of fix my issues with me, then that's all I need.
User 100115
Banned
That's what everyone needs to focus on in this thread.
I've accepted my forever alone status haha.
I still get jealous when I see happy couples but it'll go away eventually. Then I am free to just work on me.
http://m.neogaf.com/showpost.php?p=44823812
What thread has this guy been reading? Is there a competing depression thread?
What thread has this guy been reading? Is there a competing depression thread?
As far as I know that is noted in medical literature...
http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/depression/complete-index.shtml
edit: Don't ask how long it took to find layman in depth article about depression and this point.
Collete
Member
What the...?
I've accepted my forever alone status haha.
I still get jealous when I see happy couples but it'll go away eventually. Then I am free to just work on me.
once you feel better about yourself maybe you'll feel better about the prospect of a relationship with somebody. you shouldnt completely write off that possibility.
Collete
Member
Yes because I clearly brag how much I help people here on this and other threads...
Edit: Guy needs to come see this thread now, not just say crap about the thread without reading it more in depth and realize the people behind the poster.
Ignorance is not bliss.
I'm always available via PM if you need me to listen.
I am a bit better now. I'm functioning now, least to say.
I appreciate the concern.
I don't I'm awful at this shit.
Edit: Guy needs to come see this thread now, not just say crap about the thread without reading it more in depth and realize the people behind the poster.
Ignorance is not bliss.
It's a terrible feeling. There's nothing I can say. I hope you feel better soon.
I myself am feeling a bit down today for some reason.
I'm trying to distract myself to shake off the feeling.
I'm always available via PM if you need me to listen.
I am a bit better now. I'm functioning now, least to say.
I appreciate the concern.
RatskyWatsky
Hunky Nostradamus
D
Deleted member 80556
Unconfirmed Member
People like that actually disgust me.
EDIT: Oh, forgot to say! Congrats Oomikami! Keep it up!
Written off!
don't do dat, you've got potential!
stoked
Cosmic Bus
pristine morning snow
Life's really been shitting on my head this year, especially the past few months. Obviously my depression never goes away, but it was at an acceptably dull level for a while... Lately it's just brutal, though. I hate a lot of things and people right now, most of all being that I still can't afford to be doped up on antidepressants.
Collete
Member
I'm so glad to hear that! Yay!
Thank you both of you.
Edit: and now three ^^
Really making me smile now.
Edit again: Leeness: don't write it off as coldvein said!
The awesome things in life are usually stuff that is unplanned.
At least be open to the possibility.
I can't afford antidepressants either much less seeing a therapist or a psychiatrist.
It's tough, I know.
Just what ever you do try not to let yourself be alone with anything lethal (from experience...) and do something nice for yourself once a day.
It can be anything, drinking a nice cup of tea, looking at flowers, hell read a page of a book you haven't finished, etc. (
props to people who gave me these suggestions 
You deserve to get better in the end though.
lol at you
Oomi, glad you're smiling
Cosmic, your cake skills in IronCookOff make me so jealous! You work at a bakery, right? You're intensely talented
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