• Hey Guest. Check out your NeoGAF Wrapped 2025 results here!

Mental Health |OT| Depression & Co.

Status
Not open for further replies.
My dog tore her ACL and needs an expensive surgery. Even with surgery chances are she won't be able to run around anymore. My family is having extreme financial difficulties on top of everything too. Father can't work due to disability and Cigna is being a dick about the disability insurance. I'm drowning in student debt and can't get a job. I have a promising internship opportunity but the pay is low and it would barely pay for rent let alone my massive debt.

The burden is on me right now. I need a well paying job to help out my family, but I still can't get one. I want the world to just stop.
 
Okay, so I know I'm a total sap, but I hope you'll bear with me a second while I love you all.

That came out weird.

So I've been depressed for over a decade now (I STILL get asked this! I guess I just hide it really well, but I am crazy depressed! That's why I'm here!) and the past two months or so have been a real culmination of everything that has gone wrong in that time. This has been a decided low point in my life. Just the worst. I got ground down and things came apart. Okay, yeah, so I don't let on much in here, perhaps. I have other channels that I use for my personal crap. And that's why I wanted to post this.

I don't want to say IN YOUR FACE, LOSERS! PEOPLE FUCKING LOVE ME!, but, man, the amount of support I have is insane. Like, I do not in any way deserve to have people have so much faith in me and to offer this unconditional, unrelenting, unwavering support. I'm incredibly lucky to get that from my family, and I know we don't all get that, and I realize how special that is. But beyond that, and this is truly insane, the amount of support I get from this community beggars belief. I do not get it, I really don't. But I cannot begin to tell you how much it means to me.

So these past two months, which have been so bad, I really retreated from everyone beyond my immediate family. That was all I could take. But I mostly kept my online contacts up - it had just been my birthday and people had been so kind, and I'm on my computer anyway, and posting here helps me, and...I dunno. For whatever reasons I kept up with depression-GAF. And friends, acquaintances, and strangers from here absolutely kept me going. Not like they were some little part of things - I had my wife, my son, and you guys. And I'd feel super weird staying that if the support had not been so overwhelmingly important.

So I talked to my mum today for the first time in a bit and, while I was feeling better, I still just basically beat myself up and told her how ashamed I feel. And she told me, "but you're still <bagels>!" (not my real name) And that just killed me. There are these ways I failed and there are these things I want to accomplish that are on hold now, things that I thought of as defining me, and to my family, it does not matter. No fucks are given. They're crushed FOR me, but they don't feel any differently about me. And it struck me that my friends from here said the EXACT same thing! I'm not going to go into everything, but I told some of my friends on here what had happened and I was ashamed and sorry and I really thought I was somehow a different person, and I expected people to treat me that way. And, man, no one gave a shit - in the best possible way. They felt bad for me, and they offered their support, but they all made me feel like bagels is still bagels. And, okay, I am, but that's so powerful when you're so mad at yourself and so sad and so upset, and other people won't even consider joining me in hating me. If anything, I get lots of "Bagels, leave Bagels alone, you asshole! He's a good guy! Back off, you dick!" And it's fucking amazing.

I don't know if this makes any sense, but it means the world to me that people here are so relentless in seeing the good in me. It's humbling (and also inflates my ego, I'll be honest) and sustaining and it makes me want to do more to help in here. I don't think I do anything extraordinary for this community - there's no genius advice or amazing insight. I think I'm just okay at listening, being patient, empathizing, and trying my best to offer anything from my experience that might help. At least, that's how I try to be. And I feel like just doing that, in return I get this incredible support and help, way beyond what I put in.

Okay enough of all this. I'm just, like, ready to be overcome with emotion and just cry like a baby. I'm feeling better and you guys are a huge part of that.

I want to just thank everyone individually, but I can't do that. If we talk on skype, or steam, or in chat, I hope you know how much I care about you and how important your friendship is to me. You guys know who you are - I may have already sent you a sappy bagelgram, or have one in the works. If we're posting back and forth in here, if you're sending me PMs to discuss the thread, or you've just had a kind word for me - thank you, from the bottom of my heart. It could not mean more to me that you'll take the time to read what I write, or to send me a note, to chat with me, to cheer me up, to tease me, to put up with my jokes, to watch out for me, to argue with me, to call me, to write me, to fucking invite me to your wedding(!) - all of it.

Sorry. I am a huge sap, and today has just been TOO MANY FEELS. I'll try to post something funny tomorrow and stop being all HOLD ME GAF, I LOVE YOU, MANLY TEARS.

I love you guys, I really do. Especially Piano.

:P
 
Just got Citalopram of the doc, Can't wait till that serotonin goodness improves my life in the next few weeks.

Also got a docs line for a month off work full pay.
 
This is certifiably awesome.

On another note, the feeling of being alone when around people, or in crowds, in a relationship. This seems like it's quite common. I relate utterly to this feeling and have for as long as I can remember even though there are some truly awesome people around me who i reach out to - and who i should reach out to more if anything. It's probably vague, and I don't know how to describe it properly but i have adjusted to this. I know I'm alone in this body, and mind and life. It's like a weird blanket and the thought of it no longer bums me out. Am not sure I'm saying EMBRACE THE ALONE or something. Just that I have that feeling all day everyday and that it's ok now.

In context of 'fucking up your social life', i wonder if people who feel that has happened have entertained the idea that there are new scenarios, new friends, out there, and that this stuff might cycle itself around a few times.

Thanks. I've been trying to rekindle old friendships. It's hard, and I feel awkward a lot, but I keep at it. For me there's the added pressure of trying to finish my thesis - I'm months behind on work, it's very hard to get a job right now (as in most fields I suppose), and I never felt like I really know what I'm doing. I try to press on, and stay in the library from 9 to 7 every day, but it's very lonely work. Coming home to an empty house after that is very hard, and I can't really relax anymore. Same old fears that keep bouncing around in my head. Life after university seems like this giant black hole to me. It's hard to imagine myself as a fully functional adult.

Anyway, I know there's no point in going over all that again. I've been doing that for the last couple of years and it got me nowhere. The thing that keeps me going is that doing nothing will only lead me to misery. I've been there - it's hell. For me, there was the weed addiction as well, which was completely and utterly my fault. Quitting that, and quitting my old lifestyle at the same time, brings out a lot of new fears and the realization of how childish I've been all this time. The position I'm in right now is all thanks to my own actions, so it's a fear that I deserve. But it's this fear that keeps pushing me forward. Getting up in the morning gets easier every day, if only because I know that staying in bed will start that negative spiral all over again.

Man, I think I've just found the worst possible way to announce that my life is getting better. Even though I have my dark moments (and I have a lot of them), I'm trying my best to stay positive and keep trying. There's no other option, really.

Thanks jackbugs (and everyone else who responded to me in this thread). All your responses do brighten up my days a little bit.

Edit: Bagels, I'm very happy for you. I'm pretty new to this community and we never really talked, but I've lurked for a long time and you've always been an inspiration. You make me want to be more like you - I should try to be more understanding of and helpful towards others and stop thinking about myself so much. You're a good guy, never doubt that.
 
Today's amusing and relevant argument: About 3 months in a go I got in a huge fight with my therapist after he kept (I felt) putting pressure on me to find and/or reconnect with old, close personal connections because he was, in short, concerned that I have no sort of emergency contacts and I tend to frequently find myself in compromising situation where they're nearly necessary, and that such people will, guaranteed, be important in the future or even near future. He said it much more nicely than that, but it was basically like firing a shotgun full of rock salt into my face and it really wasn't a good time to try to have that conversation with me. I totally went apeshit and within the next 20 minutes, the argument got so bad that he called my psychiatrist during the session. It was probably nearly at awesome TV drama levels.

Anyway, yada yada yada,and I ended up leaving them both without warning after that and I ate my remaining seroquel prescription like fucking Reese's Pieces, until they ran out about a month ago and that's pretty much been my 2013, outside of going to Coachella and loathing my job. The end.
 
Dammit, it was all going so well today :'(
Basically having the talk with the GF tomorrow, been building for days but I thought it was getting back to normal. The trouble is that I've lost contact with my real friends, just got university acquaintances and work colleagues. I let her be my social life, instead of rebuilding my own.

Unfortunately its happened at the worst time, important assignments due in tomorrow and next week, which I'm slightly behind on from stressing about her, and before the summer break.

I just don't want to be lonely again (like I was 2 years ago).
Why do I have to get anxious and cry, when some people just seem to get on with life.
 
:)
Always good to have something cheerful inthis thread. Love ya bagels.

ClassyPenguin, we've been fellow DGAFfers together for quite some time now and I've always appreciated your wise posts. Anyone who cares about this community like you obviously do gets my <3.

Edit: Bagels, I'm very happy for you. I'm pretty new to this community and we never really talked, but I've lurked for a long time and you've always been an inspiration. You make me want to be more like you - I should try to be more understanding of and helpful towards others and stop thinking about myself so much. You're a good guy, never doubt that.

See? Like, I'm blown away. That is a fucking crazy thing to hear! You guys are going to swell my ego until it has its own account to post from. I really hope I can be worthy, even just a tiny bit, of what you've said.

Also that is some real business Bagels. The patience and thoughtfulness of your replies is really phenomenal but im sure lots of people have been saying that long before now.

It's been great getting to know you, jackbugs. I'd say your thoughtfulness is an inspiration to me. Our discussion about the thread, and mental health in general, has been on my mind a lot. It's cool as hell to hear such nice words from someone I think so highly of.

Sorry, I don't wan to turn this into a celebration of all things bagels (or do I?) and yammer on about this stuff, but the kindness you guys show me continues to move me as I feel better.

Can I just give shoutouts to Fiction - who needs to come in here more! - but sent me a text a while ago that just made me want to cry my eyes out, and is a constant force for good in here; to Prax, who takes the community more seriously than anyone I know and actually does give the kind of great advice I wish I could muster; Agent Cooper, who has just watched out for me so damn much and is the the funniest person I know; to Oomikami, who, despite her own struggles, will literally not leave me alone to feel bad about myself; to lunch and nithidia for the same, for listening to me whine, joking with me, sharing very personal things and allowing me to do the same; to Trin for teaching me LoL, being impossibly funny, listening to me ramble, and basically being my long lost twin; and to Pau for being like a sister to me. I've left out a ton of people - I apologize, and I'll try to tell you personally! - but these are people who help me who also have proven to be such valuable members of our community. They give me this incredible help, but they also reach out to so many people in here and basically offer that same thing to everyone who needs it. The thing that makes me the most proud about our community is that it is a place where all of these people can come together. That I can make a thread and know that people of this caliber will come in and share their time, smarts, and friendship with people who start out as strangers is one of the most amazing things I've ever seen, and it makes me so proud.

Okay, so I'm still feeling sappy as hell. I'll get it together. But how often do we tell people that they are loved and appreciated and they make your life way better? The world needs more of that.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. Back to replying to your posts and hopefully being more goofy!
 
Also, Bagels, I appreciated your previous posts--I'm sorry if my comments have been lacking but existence has been hectic and I'm mentally rushing along the razor's edge, paying little attention to what happened 5 seconds ago. I read em, I enjoyed em, and I appreciate the empathy. Good show, there.
 
Yeah, it's really no one issue that's causing me to feel like I'm about to crack; it's the combination of virtually all of the problems I've had on and off over the years deciding to attack me all at once. I wasn't exactly in my right mind when I typed everything up last night and now that I'm thinking clearly, I don't feel so strongly that I'm beyond help, so that's good. I think I'm just frightened that if I allow myself to seek help even once, I'm always going to be reliant upon it. My dad's been seeing a psychiatrist for 40 years and I don't want to end up like that.
Don't take this the wrong way - but I don't think that's such a bad thing, when I compare it to the alternative, there are a lot of people out there most notably with physical disabilities who need special support for the rest of their lives, I don't think a mental illness should be treated any differently in that regard.

But you definitely need to express a lot of those irrational thoughts to a professional, our support here can only go so far.
 
I get what your saying. Yes, I probably (or at least I hope, I don't really understand my moodswings anymore) don't truly want him dead. But with the shit he keeps on pulling time after fucking time... I can't help but wonder whether it might be for the best that he just disappears.

You say that I should think back about the good times. When he wasn't such an utter bastard. And I tried... I really tried. But I just can't think of a single time in the last decade that he actually showed any interest in what I did. It probably just my mood clouding my memories.

Anyway thanks for the advice. I'll try to do something with it.
 
Why do I have to get anxious and cry, when some people just seem to get on with life.

I know exactly how you feel. Unfortunately, I don't have an answer. The most I can offer is to suggest that it's possible some people bottle things up better than others.
 
Also, Bagels, I appreciated your previous posts--I'm sorry if my comments have been lacking but existence has been hectic and I'm mentally rushing along the razor's edge, paying little attention to what happened 5 seconds ago. I read em, I enjoyed em, and I appreciate the empathy. Good show, there.

No worries - you let me know you were reading my over-long posts with your first reply, which I appreciated. After that, it was pretty clear you were in a bad spot. I didn't expect replies. :)

It's wonderful of you to share your struggle here. I imagine being a mod it's even a bit scarier than just being like "what if my friends in hockey-GAF read this?!?!" But you've obviously had quite a ride, with family, with your own issues. It's powerful to read that, yet know that you're crazy smart, you're respected around here, and it sounds like you're fairly successful in general. I've been really captivated by what you've written, and I know that many people are reading it and feeling less alone, or thinking more about similar problems they have.

And hey, you've earned the right to just vent a bit. You shared some really powerful stuff, and you were very clear about what you wanted help with. A few really great posts like this, taking the risk of being open...it buys you a few free "this is horseshit! My life sucks!" posts, in my book. :P

I hope you'll keep posting in here and letting us know what's going on, sharing your story. I'm getting a lot out of reading it and thinking about it. And I try to think of "advice" that might apply to many more people, so it's all good for the community. We have that contact list in the OP if you ever want to talk in realtime. I know you're a good guy, going through (and having gone through) a lot, and I'd be happy to chat any time if it might help.
 
Tomorrow is my bday, which means I will probably get depressed :(, f@#$!

Happy birthday! I hope you were wrong, and the day has treated you right. I'm just, like, pelting people with my feels today, but I have to say that I'm so glad you're here in our community. Just by posting and sharing, you've helped me without knowing it.

All the best! The world is a better place for having another year of you in it! :)
 
I get what your saying. Yes, I probably (or at least I hope, I don't really understand my moodswings anymore) don't truly want him dead. But with the shit he keeps on pulling time after fucking time... I can't help but wonder whether it might be for the best that he just disappears.

You say that I should think back about the good times. When he wasn't such an utter bastard. And I tried... I really tried. But I just can't think of a single time in the last decade that he actually showed any interest in what I did. It probably just my mood clouding my memories.

Anyway thanks for the advice. I'll try to do something with it.

Thinking good times is hard.
We take them for granted... And memories that are associated with strong emotions are always stronger. Usually just being content or happy (normal happy, not superhappy) is not strong (enough) emotion, and doesn't create strong memory. Well, that's how i've understood this stuff. Don't recall very well what i was taught in psych class.
And then there's interpretation of those memories. You're in good mood, you remember things differently, or perhaps focus on different things on those memories, than when you're not in good mood.
Try further than just last decade. Though i completly understand if you don't remember any specifics from that time. I don't, doesn't stop me from trying though.

Depression seemingly weakens memory, my memories from last few years are mostly very hazy, and i sometimes don't remember what i did just a few days ago well, or even yesterday. And memories from earlier... well, they ain't any better.
 
I have took some necessary steps recently to try and get some proper help for myself. At least it's something to keep me optimistic, for the time being. I'm not expecting my life to be changed, but I hope it can put my life in a better direction instead of infinite nothingness.
 
im watchin true life: i have social anxiety

god i want to hug these people and marry them and make them happy n stuf
 
This is certifiably awesome.

On another note, the feeling of being alone when around people, or in crowds, in a relationship. This seems like it's quite common. I relate utterly to this feeling and have for as long as I can remember even though there are some truly awesome people around me who i reach out to - and who i should reach out to more if anything. It's probably vague, and I don't know how to describe it properly but i have adjusted to this. I know I'm alone in this body, and mind and life. It's like a weird blanket and the thought of it no longer bums me out. Am not sure I'm saying EMBRACE THE ALONE or something. Just that I have that feeling all day everyday and that it's ok now.

In context of 'fucking up your social life', i wonder if people who feel that has happened have entertained the idea that there are new scenarios, new friends, out there, and that this stuff might cycle itself around a few times.
I know about this, I feel the same. Can't tell about relationships since I'm alone as fuck, but I usually feel this way even around friends. Like everyone has somebody else but me.

I have accepted that fact, the fact that I'll be alone for the rest of my life, and yet I struggle when it comes to dealing with it. I don't want it to be that way. But can you change what can't be changed? Can you avoid the inevitable?

And I'm finding it harder and harder to get motivation for doing things. Haven't hit the gym in more than a month now, don't feel like playing bass anymore (I suck), I stare too long at my Steam library and never play anything. But I also don't want to give up. It's hard not to, but I don't.
 
Am unsure of your situation but that sounds really certain, that you'll be alone. Certainty can be kind of a bummer. I think it was Anthony Bourdain or someone who said he distrusted certainty - people who seemed to be absolutely sure about things. Man can I relate about motivation. Some days, man. Actually, fuck it, your post is my motivation. After the hockey game I'm going for a friggin' walk, at least.
I'm... glad I could help? I guess, lol. I too need to start doing those things again. I won't be able to do it tomorrow, but this Friday I'm going to play some fucking bass and I'm going to enjoy it.

I know that I'll be alone, 100% sure of that. I know myself, and there's just no other way. Call it a self-fulfilling prophecy if you want, it doesn't change the fact that that's how it's gonna be.
 
Okay, another (random) story, so I can switch out of FEELS mode.

I had this math study group in college and, one semester, we had a slightly different group in class, and we invited a new guy to join us. So during a break, there are 5 of us sitting there and he starts telling us about how much he hates the dorms. The issue was that his roommate always had his girlfriend over, and they'd have loud sex in the top bunk while math buddy was in his bed. And this kept happening, and getting more ridiculous. At first, roommate and GF would try to be quiet about it, as you'd expect, but eventually it would be entire bed shaking, books falling off shelves, moans of wild pleasure. Meanwhile this poor guy is just trying to read his math textbook or whatever. So eventually, he was fed up - this was insane. But what could he do?!?! There was really only one thing to do, of course - I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing - he had to show them his balls.

So he jumps out of bed, pulls his shorts down, grabs his crotch, and says, "GUYS, these are my balls. Stop having sex while I'm in the room."

And GF, who you'll recall, had been having wild sex about three feet above where some guy she barely knows is trying to sleep, is completely scandalized and puts her head under the covers. As we later embellished the story, the roommate must have slowly given a resigned nod of his head, and looked him in the eye with that "you've bested me, and you've bested me with pure force of reason" look. And I guess that was the end of dorm room sex for that couple.

So stunned silence at the study table, then 4 minutes of uncontrollable laughter, during which I do not think I was able to breathe. And kind of like my earlier story, what made it completely nuts is that the guy who told the story did not think this was funny, or odd, or anything. This was a tragic story about a man forced to play his trump card, the only reasonable response left in a world gone mad. Like, when shit gets real, and you need to just get ahead of any potential arguments, you go right to showing people your balls. And he had this attitude like, you know you'd do the same thing - come on!

And he just gave us this look like, well what else could I do?!?!? And it just got funnier and funnier as we tried to figure out why showing them his balls was the only logical solution he saw to this problem - or, better question, how showing his ball was an option on the table in the first place. He actually introduced this story, no joke, (which followed our one frat boy - yes, we had the only frat boy math major in the universe in our group - telling a series of goofy stories about fraternity pranks involving human testicles) by saying, "Well I had to show my roommate and his girlfriend my balls last semester." Yeah...wut.

There's no point to this - I hope you think it's, like, even 5% as funny as I do, because then you will be laughing until you wet your pants - except that "guys...these are my balls," is a meme with anyone who knows bagels, and you should feel free to us this INCREDIBLE social trump card if there's a situation that needs fixing. It's a great line.
 
At what point do you accept defeat and give up on everything you've worked for?

Depression has been destroying my mind for nearly 20 years now. After almost going through with suicide, I decided to leave NY, my friends, my family, and 15 years of retail work to move to Seattle for school. I was stupidly in love with someone and that gave me the hope that I could fix things, maybe even be happy.

Fast forward three years and I'm worse off than ever. Out of work and no one wants to give me a chance. Found out I owed the IRS $2,000 in the same week that I was laid off. Student loans will need to be paid. Credit card debt, while not huge, needs to be dealt with. My savings are totally gone; I can pay my next months rent but that's it -- and today they informed me the rent is going up significantly after that, so I now have to find a place to live but have no way of paying for it. I compulsively eat because I'm lonely, miserable, hopeless. My weight is ballooning more every week. I suspect there are underlying heath issues that can't be attended to since I've been without insurance my entire adult life.

I'll likely have to move back to middle-of-nowhere NY because the city here has clearly chewed me up and spat me out. There's nothing for me there and I can only see myself standing back up on that chair holding the belt waiting to go around my neck. There really are no more options at this point.
 
Change is hard. I just [want]to stop feeling like a failure.

I hope you can see how much people in here have your back, Jubei. It makes my day when you post some small progress you've made, or you let yourself feel the tiniest bit hopeful. Depression-GAF refuses to give up on you! I hope you might allow yourself to think, just the tiniest bit, that if other people care about you in here, maybe you're not as terrible as you think. :)

Just finished my first shift at the thrift store, it was kinda nice to get out of the house and volunteer. Next shift Friday.

That's awesome, Pakkidis! I think people in here know how big a victory it can be to just get out of the house and interact with the world. It's a theme in chat - we all celebrate when one of us can go exercise, take a walk, apply for a job, etc. We just know how hard it can be and how crucial it is to get out there. Thanks for providing the inspiration!

Two points.

A) Sinterklaas is bloody awesome. Haters gonna hate.

I'll write about your point B separately, but I wanted to go on the record as being pro-Sinterklaas. Just...nothing intended for my tumtums should ever go in my shoes. And more importantly, it was the student's mom appearing in blackface at my school every year that I object to. I'm sure Zwarte Piet is a beloved cultural figure/demon, but maybe it's time to retire that character?

For anyone out there...

Is it normal for there to be a specific event or period of time where after you never felt "right" again?

Is it "normal"? Hmmm. I mean, we'll all be changed by significant events, good and bad - when I had my son, I always tell people that my life has never changed that profoundly, that quickly. And with some negative events, I did not feel "right" for quite some time afterwards, and there's a sense in which I still don't feel entirely right. But I don't think of that as normal, or desirable. My wife's depression can absolutely be traced to a single traumatic event. A girl we both grew up with (we're from the same town), who we both knew way before we knew each other - my friend, but my wife's best friend - was murdered 13 years ago. It was a completely random act - she did not know her murderer, she was not in any kind of dangerous situation. she went out for a bike ride, this piece of human garbage hit her with his truck, took her out in the woods, and executed her. It took years for them to even find her body.

My life has not been the same, and there's a sense in which I don't feel "right," but the effect on my wife, who was so much closer to her, has been so profound. She's still in therapy, still dealing with it - every year on our friend's birthday, we find ourselves getting in these big fights, and it makes no sense until we remember what date it is.

I don't think this is normal, or healthy, or whatever. It's something we face together, and that will always be with us, but the challenge really is to not let it stop us from feeling more "right." You don't want to be defined by some awful event, or give it even more negative power by letting it have this huge influence in how you feel, all the time. Grief is normal. Being affected by bad things is normal. It becomes an issue where, a decade later, it's still so fresh.


I have been woefully unhappy lately and I'm not positive that I want to live anymore. I'm just bored with life, really.

If nothing else, life has an unlimited capacity to be FASCINATING. It might not feel that way now - and believe me, I know that feeling of everything just...draining out of the world - but give life a little time, and something captivating is bound to happen.

If you need to talk, hit me up.

I have another funny story to share, but I'll wait just a little bit. Jackbugs is so right - it can be weird to have a silly, cheer people up post right next to a sad personal story. I hope the existence of the former does not in any way take away from the latter. I'm comfortable operating between humor and seriousness, switching between the two super fast. It makes for some weird juxtaposition, but man do I believe in the power of a good laugh.
 
At what point do you accept defeat and give up on everything you've worked for?

Depression has been destroying my mind for nearly 20 years now. After almost going through with suicide, I decided to leave NY, my friends, my family, and 15 years of retail work to move to Seattle for school. I was stupidly in love with someone and that gave me the hope that I could fix things, maybe even be happy.

Fast forward three years and I'm worse off than ever. Out of work and no one wants to give me a chance. Found out I owed the IRS $2,000 in the same week that I was laid off. Student loans will need to be paid. Credit card debt, while not huge, needs to be dealt with. My savings are totally gone; I can pay my next months rent but that's it -- and today they informed me the rent is going up significantly after that, so I now have to find a place to live but have no way of paying for it. I compulsively eat because I'm lonely, miserable, hopeless. My weight is ballooning more every week. I suspect there are underlying heath issues that can't be attended to since I've been without insurance my entire adult life.

I'll likely have to move back to middle-of-nowhere NY because the city here has clearly chewed me up and spat me out. There's nothing for me there and I can only see myself standing back up on that chair holding the belt waiting to go around my neck. There really are no more options at this point.

I also want to give up and accept defeat...I've been going through a rough break up with ex, graduation problems, friendships are a mess, and some other personal problems (obviously depression)...Though, I don't think you ever give up as long as you're alive. You've given up once you have died. Then there is no going back...There is no trying to fight life hoping for that glimmer of light that after all the hell you've been through that it finally paid off and it was worth all that shit in the end.

I've also been compulsively eating mostly because my emotions get to the best of me...
I don't know how to help you there but, for me, there is a point where my body just gave up and stopped itself and now I barely eat anything...It's a roller coaster in all honesty. The only thing I can give advice for this is if you can change what's in your pantry/fridge so the foods you eat at least are a bit healthier. Also perhaps make sure there's water near you so you drink whenever you get that urge to eat, at least some of the water in the stomach can cause you to eat a little less.

Have you ever graduated from the school?
What is your family life like back in NY? Friends? Are they supportive?

Please don't hang yourself though. Reach out to someone on the contact list on the OP if you get that urge again. I said this quote on the previous Depression thread but this reminds me of you:
You never abandoned your life as an artist after all. When one tries to master something, it ends in either success or failure. But it is in the attempt itself where you find the true value. Believe in your own power and walk your own path.
 
I'll write about your point B separately, but I wanted to go on the record as being pro-Sinterklaas. Just...nothing intended for my tumtums should ever go in my shoes. And more importantly, it was the student's mom appearing in blackface at my school every year that I object to. I'm sure Zwarte Piet is a beloved cultural figure/demon, but maybe it's time to retire that character?

Zwarte Piet is 90% of the tradition, the character is fundamental to the celebration. Sinterklaas has been around for much longer than Santa Clause, and Santa Clause has elf helpers. Should we also retire elves because it might offend small people?

Political correctness is fine, but I've never seen Zwarte Piet as racist, and I've never seen any child associate the character with Africans. Children always experience the character as very positive and very kind, so even if they did associate it with Africans, it would be in a positive way. Should we really retire a character if all it does is offend people that lack the context behind the character?
 
The only thing I can give advice for this is if you can change what's in your pantry/fridge so the foods you eat at least are a bit healthier. Also perhaps make sure there's water near you so you drink whenever you get that urge to eat, at least some of the water in the stomach can cause you to eat a little less.

Have you ever graduated from the school?
What is your family life like back in NY? Friends? Are they supportive?

It's so difficult not to give in to the impulses to eat awful things because I currently have three 24-hour groceries within a few minutes walk, along with a lot of take-out and fast food. I managed to stay put last night and it was a bit what I imagine detox from a drug habit is like. I was anxious, irritable, sweaty, couldn't focus, etc. Around 2am I ended up devouring three protein bars, but at least that's as bad as it could've been.

I did graduate, but it hasn't meant shit. All my friends from the program have great jobs, and I'm left sitting here with a bunch of ignored or rejected job applications, trying to survive on paltry unemployment checks.

My family and friends in NY are good people, but the environment there was so secluded and stifled, and there's no job market at all... just retail or factories. It's partly why I felt driven to kill myself before. Going back would make me look and feel like such a pathetic failure. I'm too old to be dependent on someone else's "pity money" and it infuriates me to see how smoothly life has gone for everyone around me, both in NY and here in Seattle. I obsess over what I must've done at some point to deserve the universe treating me like this.
 
Zwarte Piet is 90% of the tradition, the character is fundamental to the celebration. Sinterklaas has been around for much longer than Santa Clause, and Santa Clause has elf helpers. Should we also retire elves because it might offend small people?

Political correctness is fine, but I've never seen Zwarte Piet as racist, and I've never seen any child associate the character with Africans. Children always experience the character as very positive and very kind, so even if they did associate it with Africans, it would be in a positive way. Should we really retire a character if all it does is offend people that lack the context behind the character?

There's political correctness and then there's not appearing in blackface. Zwarte Piet may or may not be racist - I honestly don't know (the part where he's kind of Sinterkalas's friend and kind of a demon is what makes say "huh?" But at least the character as presented to us was nice) - but there's a lot of unsavory associations when you appear in blackface. It's even more fucked as this was in Indiana, a state where the klan controlled the legislature for many years! And it's not exactly a bastion of enlightened race relations today, either. My best friend in college has quite the stories about being the one black kid in his elementary school. Even in high school, he played football and, in a game against the school in a notoriously racist town, he had to be escorted off the field for his own safety. And I went to this totally gerrymandered elementary school, with no black classmates in my grade, or the grades above or below me. So it's extra weird when the closest thing we see to an actual black person is a dutch lady wearing makeup associated with a derogatory historical depiction of the race.

I think blackface just means many things in American culture that may not apply in the traditional Dutch depiction of Zwarte Piet. What may be benign in that culture is pretty inflammatory here.
 
It's so difficult not to give in to the impulses to eat awful things because I currently have three 24-hour groceries within a few minutes walk, along with a lot of take-out and fast food. I managed to stay put last night and it was a bit what I imagine detox from a drug habit is like. I was anxious, irritable, sweaty, couldn't focus, etc. Around 2am I ended up devouring three protein bars, but at least that's as bad as it could've been.

I did graduate, but it hasn't meant shit. All my friends from the program have great jobs, and I'm left sitting here with a bunch of ignored or rejected job applications, trying to survive on paltry unemployment checks.

My family and friends in NY are good people, but the environment there was so secluded and stifled, and there's no job market at all... just retail or factories. It's partly why I felt driven to kill myself before. Going back would make me look and feel like such a pathetic failure. I'm too old to be dependent on someone else's "pity money" and it infuriates me to see how smoothly life has gone for everyone around me, both in NY and here in Seattle. I obsess over what I must've done at some point to deserve the universe treating me like this.

You did good with eating those protein bars. You're right it is better than eating a load of crap. (Well protein bars have their own form of crap but yeah...) I don't think you can get off of this by going cold turkey off of unhealthy food. I think it will be a gradual process to get yourself off of this. I don't know what you eat everyday but try to start small. Let's say for what you have for breakfast daily is sausages, biscuit, eggs and some pancakes (i don't know i'm just rattling from the top of my head...) Take the pancakes away and replace it with a banana and a tall glass of milk. Then the next week after, replace the biscuit with a slice of multi grain toast with a very slight scrape of butter on it. Then keep going on with other foods. You don't have to eliminate every bad food though. Some is ok, but moderation and self control is key which is kind of hard at the moment. It's not going to be a fast process but it's building a stronger foundation where you can get used to the changes and will be most likely to stay with them because you've gotten used to it.

Job market is extremely unstable. Some get lucky finding work while others do not get so lucky. Keep trying to apply to places. Someone I know is also trying to find work right now. But all we can do is keep trying and fingers crossed, they land some job pertaining their career. Even if you go back to NY, keep applying places that apply to your major or degree in places that aren't in your area, maybe your family will help you move if you get that job.

If you need help, you need help. I'm glad your family is at least supportive, not a lot of people are fortunate to have that. You aren't a failure either, you graduated, got your degree. That is an accomplishment even in itself when others drop out in the thousands. The people who help you out care for you. Please do not take it for granted or dismiss it as pity. Value that pity...There is going to be a point where things will go back up for you. A lot of things in life, namely jobs and such, requires persistence to keep looking and not give up. You will have your up again, but you have to keep pushing for that and at least try.



The sense of loneliness is just killing me...
 
I don't think you can get off of this by going cold turkey off of unhealthy food. I think it will be a gradual process to get yourself off of this. I don't know what you eat everyday but try to start small. ... It's not going to be a fast process but it's building a stronger foundation where you can get used to the changes and will be most likely to stay with them because you've gotten used to it.


If you need help, you need help. I'm glad your family is at least supportive, not a lot of people are fortunate to have that. You aren't a failure either, you graduated, got your degree. That is an accomplishment even in itself when others drop out in the thousands. The people who help you out care for you. Please do not take it for granted or dismiss it as pity. Value that pity...There is going to be a point where things will go back up for you. A lot of things in life, namely jobs and such, requires persistence to keep looking and not give up. You will have your up again, but you have to keep pushing for that and at least try.

That's a good idea about how to work on eating better. I've tried having entire days or meals of healthier foods, but it doesn't satisfy me at all; I may be physically full, but the craving for something sugary/fatty/carby remains and I end up over-eating at that point. Making gradual changes seems like a viable option. There are many nights I've gone to bed with a terribly mixed feeling of nausea and (supposed) "happiness," and I don't want to keep going like that.

My parents are actually coming for a visit next week - I haven't seen them in over three years - so it's probably time for me to be completely honest about things now. They've been aware of my money and job troubles, but not to the full extent, and they definitely don't know about the depression, failed attempts at seeing a therapist, suicidal thoughts, etc.
 
Not really depressed (more like uncomfortable) but how do I deal with a co-worker you have bad vibes with and he's your team member? Like you start talking to him for either work or casual purposes (like how's your day) and he doesn't answer properly and gives one-liners, and it feels like he doesn't like you. I asked him if he knows how to do file sharing and all he says is "dunno" and shrugs off.

Maybe I'm assuming the worst but it also feels like he doesn't want to talk to me even if it's important.
 
I really have no intention on backing out the project though and will do my best. We're basically 3 in a team.

Sigh. Oh well. Shit sucks.
 
Well, he has no problems with other people, it's just me I think.

But yeah, I'll just shrug it off unless the project is being pulled down or my morale has been effectively demeaned.
 
Not really depressed (more like uncomfortable) but how do I deal with a co-worker you have bad vibes with and he's your team member? Like you start talking to him for either work or casual purposes (like how's your day) and he doesn't answer properly and gives one-liners, and it feels like he doesn't like you. I asked him if he knows how to do file sharing and all he says is "dunno" and shrugs off.

Maybe I'm assuming the worst but it also feels like he doesn't want to talk to me even if it's important.

I got the same vibe when I was working with an employee. She was helpful when I worked with her on my first day of work. However on the other day, whenever I needed help or was in trouble with a customer, she had no interest in talking to me or helping me out. Judging by the look on her face, she had no interest in working with me at all. The only thing I can say to you is, you can't get a lot of people to like you. However, when it comes to working in job, it's best for coworkers to talk to each other.
 
I got the same vibe when I was working with an employee. whenever I need help or was in trouble with a coworker, she had no interest in talking to me or helping me. The only thing I can say to you is, you can't get a lot of people to like you. However, when it comes to working in job, it's best for coworkers to talk to each other.

Hmmm... How did you deal with your co-worker or what happened when she doesn't want to help you out on the same project?
 
Hmmm... How did you deal with your co-worker or what happened when she doesn't want to help you out on the same project?

Nothing, I just stopped talking to her or asking for help. I would work with other employees who actually helps me or talks to me. In College, I barely hung out with anyone but myself. So I'm not that good at socializing with people. I'm more comfortable and at ease when I'm alone. And the funny thing is, she goes to the same school as me. What I'm trying to say is, find another coworker to work with or ask a manager about the issues your having with your coworker.
 
NNnghh~~ Okay! I let this build up way too much (things I want to reply to). I need to make this more manageable for myself! I get really anxious when it comes to socializing or even replying to things. Even when there are times when I know I have something I want to say, or just want to say anything at all and "join in", there's this barrier of inertia and fear about being judged, or not being up to snuff. And then there's the added pressure and anxiety on top when you let it go on for too long already and you're in the uncomfortable position of not knowing whether you should even bother anymore or how to strategically/smoothly segway yourself into it. And then it's just draining even thinking about it.

I am sure most of you procrastinators and anxious people out there know that feeling of impending not-quite-doom-but-just-don't-want-to-deal-anyway!

TIPS: (for myself and anybody else that knows the feeling!):
  • break off a large chunk of the task so you feel like it's not a big task anymore! Phew! relief! (Example: I figured I'll only cruise through the last two latest pages to look for things to respond to instead of the 10 pages I missed --and if I didn't respond to you, please don't feel bad! I am reaching some kind of word limit and am banking on people not being judgmental! lol)
  • remind yourself that just people are less judgmental than you think and probably won't notice, and even if they do, it's okay! (Example: I am sure most of you don't mind that I haven't responded in a while or don't even know who I am. lol Except Bagels who is massively disappointed in me, but it's okay! Hahah~)
  • if it's not a serious matter, don't beat yourself up over it. Screwing up on the inconsequential is pretty okay! (Example: there's lots of stuff I let myself and others down on and though it eats at me, I have to remind myself that it was not a life-or-death matter and there's a lot of "grey-whatever" areas to pad life out with, and that's what makes an interesting sitcom/show/drama anyway, so okay!)
  • just do a small task related to it and it can build momentum and snowball into a finished chain of actions (Example: I even avoided reading the thread for a couple of days, so I thought "okay, I better just start reading and check maybe.. and here I am! typing! It doesn't follow through all the time because inertia is a mighty force, but hey, efforts count. It's like prying a lid off of a jar. Maybe all the previous struggles are somehow "loosening" the lid even though it feels like nothing is budging!)
  • also who cares about segwaying perfectly. It's okay to wing it sometimes! (Example: look at me winging~~~)
    *** I am great at analogies. >_>


Okay! On with replies!
AND I AM SORRY THIS IS SUPER LONG EVERYONE BUT THIS IS JUST HOW I ROLL

I'm so drained. My dad thinks he'll make me happy by buying me shit; my mom thinks religion is the answer; my sister... I don't know. Other people in my life don't/can't know, and the few that do are either insensitive or like to pretend they don't notice anything. Therapy isn't helping. Meds aren't helping. I got my laptop that I'm supposed to use for university today. I honestly don't feel like I'll live long enough to see that, and I'm thinking getting it is going to prove to be an expensive mistake if returning it isn't possible. (I'm sure my dad wouldn't let me do it anyway as he'd get suspicious.) Every day is a little worse. Friday's emotional breakdown is going to be one of many in the next few weeks I feel. I can't deal with this.
I think it will be better if you try to think more positively of their actions. They are trying in their own way to help you. It's not always going to be perfect or what you need, but it shows you that they care and want to support you. As for the others that seem insensitive, it could be that they don't know how to even deal with it or are scared that whatever things they try to "help" you with will only make it worse. That's their own psychological barrier that they may need to struggle with sometime in the future. If you can count on them for other things, like a good laugh or to help out with homework or to play a game with occasionally, then do that with them. Everyone in your life can have a role to play even if it's peripheral.
You're also using things to try and help yourself, like the therapy and meds, so that's good. Applaud yourself for the effort as well, even if the meds and therapy aren't 100%. Most of those things take significant amounts of time and personal effort/life changes to work, so talk to your therapist/psychiatrist about the meds to see if they need to change and keep ploughing on. You might be surprised how far you manage to go despite feeling like you're getting nowhere.

Use the laptop for university. It will be awesome. I remember making a rash laptop purchase for university.. but it's paid for itself by saving my butt from boredom and letting my type last minute essays/reports while on the subway. Maybe try to be less of a procrastinator than me though. >_> Do a little each day to keep the anxiety at bay.

Anxiety been treating me like crap lately. It's always been an aspect of what I was going through but it was never the focus when I was wallowing in depression. But now that I'm a bit more stable in that department there are things I want to do in life, namely get a job. But whenever I need to go out and do something I just panic. I know what I'm doing is no big deal, just handing in resumes or meeting someone, I've done it before and been fine and even if it, for some reason, goes weird it'd be over in 30 minutes. And I keep trying to tell myself that but I can never seem to connect common sense to my body. Should I look into medical options? I really want to move forward with my life but I've been finding this really difficult.
Good to hear you've moved past the depression and feel more stable. Have you ever tried any kind of therapy or self-talk/visualization methods to calm yourself down? Like say you realize what's about to happen, so you take 5 deep breaths and count to ten and stand yourself in a sturdy stance, etc. Kind of like physically reminding your body that you are okay and not under attack. I think that might help on top of giving your brain the logic of the outcome.
Meds can also be an option to help take the edge off or to smooth out the amount of panic. So while the meds do their job, you can work on the coping skills part to ground yourself and bring yourself down from the height of panic.
My anxiety has never been so bad that I needed medication except for when it got coupled with depression, but meds have helped my friends and family who have had a lot of issues with anxiety and panic attacks, so it seems pretty effective. Leave it open as an avenue for yourself.

I'm a mess. I don't really know where to begin, but basically my family is threatening to get mental health help for me whether I want it or not. No one can actually make me see anyone for my problems, but I don't know what's going to happen now that they're apparently at the breaking point with me. I totally admit that I'm in complete shambles to the point that I can barely function, but I don't even know how I'd benefit from help anyway. I'm an introspective person so it's not like I need someone else to reveal the hidden mysteries of my own feelings to me; I'm just irreparably fucked up.
Condolences for your loss. It sounds like it really did a number on you. Do you feel like you were given enough time to grieve over her? Like remember all the good things about her in order to take focus away from the suffering she felt in the end?

I don't think your family is so much as threatening as they are very concerned about you and want to help you in every way they can but don't know how. I think after you listed everything, you may realize that yes, indeed you probably do need professional help to sort through all of this. It's a lot for one person to take on ONE of those things, let alone all of the things you listed.

You say you don't know how they can even help, but it's worth it to try and find out if it can. As introspective you are (and most people with depression and anxiety are -- like me~), there's only so much you can do for yourself in an echochamber, especially one that keeps interrupting you with anxiety-provoking thoughts. It's not so much that a therapist will reveal your own feeling to you, but that they validate that you feel this way (Important! Nobody likes being dismissed!), and then present you with a different way of thinking or method or strategy to help you. I think it's much harder to come up with those solutions by yourself when you're plagued by all these thoughts and feelings. You don't really have much to lose from trying anyway, and a lot to gain. So it's a good gamble if there ever were one.
Hopefully you don't worry so much about becoming "reliant/dependent" as you say. You don't know how things will go, and maybe they can help you live an independent life again and ween off of all the aids over time. Also, even if you do need a lot of help in the future, it's not like we really shame people for suddenly realizing they need to "rely" on glasses, or being "dependent" insulin when they get severe diabetes. The things you need to live well are the things you need, and you don't have to deny yourself of them.

And I'm glad to read from your other replies that you are considering the help and feeling more positive about it! I just wanted to help reinforce that notion and I hope things get better for you. There is hope, and you can get through this a little at a time.

Thanks for the words, Bagels. Still reading and processing--but at the very least, the fact alone that someone took the time to write that much validates my decision to post in the thread.

1. I wanted to offer up some additional details on communication problems. I don't have any real family. I have cousins I have never met and what not, but my brother went mental and incommunicado about 2 years ago and my mom died about a half year before that. These were my previous vents for mental things I was going through, and losing them in close proximity was kind of the precursor for my emotional withdrawal. It doesn't help that it was only about a year or so before that things went nuclear bad to extents they never even know. My mom (also crazy), never knew about, say, me totaling cars or getting arrested several times. When things went bad it was like I took it as accepting the fact that I had no choice but to become an ordained loner. Okay, this paragraph ended up being a fragment of an idea, but I have a meeting in 5 minutes so I'm rushing to spill my brain. . .

2. In regard to behavior and instability maiming friendships, an experience I've had at least thrice is that I'll notice a formerly close friendship (or semi-romantic endeavor) has become hacked up into something far more casual than it was before. Looking backward from this realization, I can sometimes pinpoint just about when things changed, and it's usually because I went over the edge on something but didn't realize it at the time. I've always been frozen about what to do with this information. I can't say, now, "Hey, remember how we used to be much closer friends and spend much more free time doing shit? And then you had to talk the police out of arresting me when I got all deranged and busted my car window apart with my MacBook? Did you notice how things got weird after that? Let's make them unweird again!" I can't think of a sane way to address these crippled friendships, and in a real way I think I'm better off to let them die off. Jesus fuck I hate my fucking life. Kee-rhist.

Ah well, time to rush to a team meeting that I will try to not make too interesting. Sigh.
It sounds like there's some aspect of embarrassment or shame you don't want others to have to confront, so you'd rather just distance yourself to save everyone the trouble? Is that accurate? Because that's pretty much what I do. I figure things are too weird to explain/don't want to know what the hypothetically-horrible-reaction might be, so I never let people get too close and then everyone but my family and really close friends just drift away (even then, I have withdrawn from my close friends a bunch too!).

I actually think it's fine to just get it out in the open and just.. let everyone acknowledge how weird things have gotten. I in fact had to muster up the courage to do that a few times (because like I said, i tend to withdraw and maybe go on radio silence for weeks, months, maybe even a year to even my closest friends) and it went pleasantly more okay than I expected. It's not 100% the way it used to be, but there are lots of moments when it is and it reminds me how wonderful and understanding people can be.

Even if you were to tell them, "listen, I'm kind of messed up and sometimes I go to weird places, so I understand you might not look at me the same, but I have always valued our friendship and always will", it might show them how genuine you are and things may open up between you and them again. Even allow them to call you out on it if you ever get that way again. You don't have to be a loner because of it! People just want to know what they have to deal with and you can give them that choice.

I don't know who I am - I'm not even sure if I even exist as a person with a discrete set of characteristics or I just adapt to please those around me. Despite having no tangible sense of self I'm petrified of what others will think of me to the extent that I hide when the doorbell rings when I'm in on my own and feel faint and transform into a stuttering mess when forced into situations where I have to speak to people (usually doctors or receptionists because I'm always convinced I'm dying of one thing or another). I have this interminable feeling that I'm not ready or worthy yet, when I've lost a bit of weight or sorted out my appearance or expanded my knowledge or vocabulary I'll be ready and I can reboot my life, but it never comes. I can't get enthusiastic or motivated about anything or the prospect of doing anything meaningful with my life because I'll inevitably mess everything up just like I've done before, and anyway I'm not ready yet. And I'm probably embellishing or exaggerating all of the above because that's what I tend to do.
I used to feel this way a bunch! Maybe because of the social anxiety and wanting to please others and meet all their expectations. I was (and still am kinda) afraid of answering/making phonecalls, receiving emails/PMs/texts, being greeted on the street, ordering food/asking for help. You know. All the stuff that I suppose most people love or have no problem with.
A lot of it has to do with the self-criticism/self-judgment. Over time, I found the best way to get over it was a two pronged approach: self-compassion and pure exposure/practice in social situations.
Obviously, I'm still not perfect, but it's a lot better! Maybe 50 more years and I'll get it down! (Or 10 if I'm being optimistic lol).

So yeah, it does sound like heavy social anxiety to me. Be KINDER to yourself. The compassion you have toward others and non-judgment of others because you're probably too worried about how they see you? Feel that toward yourself. It might take a while to really "get it", but it works. I started thinking of myself as another character, really (like in third person, or if I was my own friend/daughter). If your friend messed up while trying to work on a really cool project, would you think less of them for it? Probably not. You'd probably sympathize and be sad for them, but you'd also probably be happy they even tried, you'd compliment and highlight everything they did manage to accomplish and learn, and you'd admire them still. Now turn that around for yourself. Yes it's hard and will take practice, but it gets easier over time and you need to do it to counter all the negative thoughts of yourself anyway.

As for the headaches, it could be related to the anxiety/stress. I know I felt like I was probably having an aneurysm while laying in bed stressing out about my life once. But check with a doctor just to make sure. Write down what you need to say if you find yourself going blank a lot. "Hi I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. _____. Is ____ at ____ okay?" And then you explain to the doctor and who cares if what you say sounds stupid. It's their job to sort that out! xD (this is how I have tried to think nowadays when I am faced with having to face someone for a service-- "Who cares what they think of me. It's their job to deal with people like me!" --and really, there are much worse people). Mention the crippling anxiety while you're at it. The doctor may suggest medication or be able to refer you to a therapist. Keep your options open!

You're not beyond repair and we're all slowly trying to build ourselves to someone we want to be over time.

I could choose to become 'homeless' and live in a Lodge or remain in this house with my abusive father. I think I'd feel even more lonely in a Lodge. Besides that I sent out a housing application for available houses in particular areas. Waiting to hear back..
That is a really tough decision to have to make. I think you made the right choice in applying and giving yourself options though. It's probably better to be lonely for a while than to be in a abusive relationship forever, whether with a lover or family member. Best of luck to you and I hope things work out.
In the meantime, avoid your father if you must keep yourself safe. I'm not sure of the level of abuse, so I'm hoping it's not the wort-case scenario.

Made it to the gym didnt think i would go today after feel so bad.

I need to make some big chances in my life just dont know how.
I'm glad you found the motivation in you to just go and do it anyway.
I know all the changes to make seem difficult or impossible to do, or you might not know where to even start, but I think your continuing to work out at the gym is a gradual step of many and is a good thing.
Not sure about what other changes you want to be made, but it might be easier to just have a list of goals and the little steps you need to take to tackle them. Then you can do a little at a time and it will build up into something in the end.
You've been sounding much more positive lately, so I'm pretty happy for you!

If this helps anyone, sweet. I'm going to ramble just to document what I'm thinking and while some of it may be obvious, I find some reinforcement helps.

Bi-polar disorder sure makes life interesting. I was hung up on my lack of insight in how I came across at various times (raging asshole to goofy antics), but my psychologist assured me a study was conducted and it turns out people are wrong about how they think others perceive them 80% of the time.
Everyone, this is good advice. Or a good mindset at least!

I now bank on the fact that people are less concerned about you than they are about themselves and their own issues. So it's okay to be a little weird or apart from the norm. Or even if you're way too "mediocre". It takes all kinds to make the world interesting.

Just got Citalopram of the doc, Can't wait till that serotonin goodness improves my life in the next few weeks.

Also got a docs line for a month off work full pay.
Also try to make improvements with your lifestyle too while the meds kick in and give you more mental peace to do so! Like maybe take a week for much needed vacation, then the next couple to work on something, like cognitive-behavioural therapy stuff (coping strategies, good self-talk, etc). Good luck with it and I hope you're feeling better!

I have been woefully unhappy lately and I'm not positive that I want to live anymore. I'm just bored with life, really.
Is the unhappiness to do with the boredom, or is the boredom on top of the unhappiness? Is there any hobby or passion that you used to have but have given up on? Does nothing in the future, whether it's as trivial as a game release or the next E3, not excite you? And have you expressed any of these feelings to friends/family/doctor?

Hopefully you do have some support in place that you can get help from. And maybe a passion that you want to pursue in your free time can also help lift your mood.

Dammit, it was all going so well today :'(
Basically having the talk with the GF tomorrow, been building for days but I thought it was getting back to normal. The trouble is that I've lost contact with my real friends, just got university acquaintances and work colleagues. I let her be my social life, instead of rebuilding my own.

Unfortunately its happened at the worst time, important assignments due in tomorrow and next week, which I'm slightly behind on from stressing about her, and before the summer break.

I just don't want to be lonely again (like I was 2 years ago).
Why do I have to get anxious and cry, when some people just seem to get on with life.
The talk as in what, looking to break up with her? Can't that just be postponed until you get everything else done?
I am not good with relationship stuff, so I hope that all works out for you.
You got a girlfriend once, and you can do it again, even if you are lonely for a while. Why not invite university or colleague out with you for a celebration of a semester done sometimes soon (good excuse, right??)? Or just say yes to any social events more than usual to help you build more social connections again. You can also always contact your old friends again. I would say there shouldn't be any shame in that!

Also, it's okay to get anxious and cry and just let it out. It's a whole lot of stress buildup. Sometimes you need that before you can wipes your face and get on with whatever else.

Can I just give shoutouts [...] to Prax, who takes the community more seriously than anyone I know and actually does give the kind of great advice I wish I could muster;[...]
Oho, are you suuuuure? xDDD Although the field of mental health will always be important to me, so I guess, yeah! I SHOULD take it seriously!
It's always nice to feel appreciated though, yessss!! It took me 3 hours to type and edit all of this stuff so I don't get cut off by the word limit.. which is apparently 24000 characters! DEDICATION!

And Bagels is such a great guy and I don't know how he has all the time and energy to respond so much and be helpful and then gush about himself, so everyone be nice to him!

I have took some necessary steps recently to try and get some proper help for myself. At least it's something to keep me optimistic, for the time being. I'm not expecting my life to be changed, but I hope it can put my life in a better direction instead of infinite nothingness.
Sounds good! I'm glad you were able to take the steps and I hope it goes well for you. Keeping optimism will help you see the opportunities that help presents you, so I hope you can keep that up too.

OKAY I AM HITTING THE CHARACTER LIMIT.. :(
I WILL RESPOND MORE AT SOME FUTURE TIME~~~


Have a good weekend, everyone! Relax and be kind to yourselves and build up that strength to tackle the things you need to.
 
Nothing feels better than having family members berate you for inflicting self-harm upon yourself. Had my uncle come over and basically bitch at me for 30 minutes while simultaneously acting all condescending towards my behavior. Sure, I may have done something "stupid", but to have a family member essentially make fun of you for doing it really seals the deal.
 
I let this build up way too much (things I want to reply to). I need to make this more manageable for myself! I get really anxious when it comes to socializing or even replying to things. Even when there are times when I know I have something I want to say, or just want to say anything at all and "join in", there's this barrier of inertia and fear about being judged, or not being up to snuff. And then there's the added pressure and anxiety on top when you let it go on for too long already and you're in the uncomfortable position of not knowing whether you should even bother anymore or how to strategically/smoothly segway yourself into it. And then it's just draining even thinking about it.

I am sure most of you procrastinators and anxious people out there know that feeling of impending not-quite-doom-but-just-don't-want-to-deal-anyway!

Have a good weekend, everyone! Relax and be kind to yourselves and build up that strength to tackle the things you need to.

Great post. I enjoyed it a lot. Feels good to know others are going through similar situations. My anxiety always gets the best of me. So it effects my work, and I seem to forget a lot when i'm stressed. :-( All my brain power is being used up on being stressed about something, so things in memory are sacrificed. I try my hardest to remember things, but I just can't. It makes me really sad.

I need to socialize more. When I'm social - I feel happier. When I lived in New York I had a group of friends I always hung out with, and by hanging out with them I met a lot of people. Now that I live far away, I feel so alone. My anxiety prevents me from talking to people. I feel people will judge me. I even have anxiety when my boss sends me an email...without even reading what the email is about. I just panic....LIKE WHAT DOES SHE WANT?!? Most of the time it's nothing serious.

I also need to be kind to myself. I beat myself up way too much if anything goes wrong.

Nothing feels better than having family members berate you for inflicting self-harm upon yourself. Had my uncle come over and basically bitch at me for 30 minutes while simultaneously acting all condescending towards my behavior. Sure, I may have done something "stupid", but to have a family member essentially make fun of you for doing it really seals the deal.

Yeah, it hurts more when it's family. But Family are people too. He may really not understand what you are going through at all. I've learned that everyone can let you down. Even when you feel they should be the ones supporting you out of whatever mess you're in. Does he know how you feel? If so, I try to stay away from those types of people. I know what to expect from them.

Don't let yourself down. Try to find a source of positivity anywhere in your life. Stick to that. For me it's reading, music, and my daughter...

oh yeah and gaming! (haven't really played video games now though. i'm feeling down).
 
I'm going to try to go back to the psychiatrist I flipped on back in January today. This is probably going to feel like going to marriage counseling. Everything he said then was basically right, but I'd have none of it. I should probably chug a few mojitos before going since meds will put alcohol off the table again.
 
God I'm so tired these days. Literally the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up is that I want to take a nap. My entire day consists of either sleeping, napping, or forcing myself to stay awake while waiting for my next nap. And when I say nap, I mean a good 7-8 hour nap.

How do I get out of this funk?
 
God I'm so tired these days. Literally the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up is that I want to take a nap. My entire day consists of either sleeping, napping, or forcing myself to stay awake while waiting for my next nap. And when I say nap, I mean a good 7-8 hour nap.

How do I get out of this funk?
You and me both. Annoying wrinkle is that my reaction to sleep medication seems to bounce between "placebo" and "14 hour insomnia bunker buster" at a whim.

Speaking of, I didn't sleep last night. I'm going through that time-honoured ritual of feeling like shit and trying to stay awake until after dark. I don't know how I keep getting into this.
 
Admitted myself to the psych unit at my local hospital because I was wanting to kill myself and was terrified I'd follow through. Went through four days of treatment and counseling, met some of the most amazing people ever, and feel better now than I have in years. They changed my meds to Wellbutrin which has been helping already, especially with my concentration problems. Living there for 4 days was hard due to the lack of outside air, comfy bed, and internet. I survived though and came out a better, happier, and stronger person.

My girlfriend of two years actually dumped me while I was there at the hospital, being treated for depression and suicidal thoughts. Thoughtful, yeah?
 
Admitted myself to the psych unit at my local hospital because I was wanting to kill myself and was terrified I'd follow through. Went through four days of treatment and counseling, met some of the most amazing people ever, and feel better now than I have in years. They changed my meds to Wellbutrin which has been helping already, especially with my concentration problems. Living there for 4 days was hard due to the lack of outside air, comfy bed, and internet. I survived though and came out a better, happier, and stronger person.

My girlfriend of two years actually dumped me while I was there at the hospital, being treated for depression and suicidal thoughts. Thoughtful, yeah?
I'm very glad to hear that you are feeling better. Very courageous of you to admit yourself. How was the follow up, if you don't mind me asking?
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Top Bottom