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4. Friends. Mostly you guys. Since I have no friends in real life that I can interact with on a constant basis (yet). You know who you are.
As somebody still at university, this is a completely alien concept.
4. Friends. Mostly you guys. Since I have no friends in real life that I can interact with on a constant basis (yet). You know who you are.
I suppose so...but I'm watching you.I love Clark too though! It's possible to love both. :C
Even if it does get better, I'm not going to find out. I have a grandmother dying, so it would be a bad thing if I was still drugged out during the funeral.Doxepin does have a reputation for causing fatigue. But those effects can get better. I've never been as tired in my life as I was when I started Parnate. That effect has completely gone away now.
I can be rather slow.
This is a random thought. Is anyone interested in a DepressionGAF book club? I just got back into reading and I want to share!
My five things, sorry I am late:
1. Family. My kids, my sister and brothers, my mom and pa.
2. Fandom. Fanfiction, vidding, squee. I know it's weird, but fandom has saved my life so many times, y'all, it's ridiculous.
3. Food. I know I don't seem like it with as little as I eat, but I love to eat good food.
4. Friends. Mostly you guys. Since I have no friends in real life that I can interact with on a constant basis (yet). You know who you are.
5. My dogs. I know, I couldn't think of another FWhen I'm sad or lonely, my Badger will refuse to leave my side, and that's amazing. This tiny little creature loves me with everything he is.
As somebody still at university, this is a completely alien concept.
I forgot to include family in my list. I'm ashamed of myself :/My five things, sorry I am late:
1. Family. My kids, my sister and brothers, my mom and pa.
2. Fandom. Fanfiction, vidding, squee. I know it's weird, but fandom has saved my life so many times, y'all, it's ridiculous.
3. Food. I know I don't seem like it with as little as I eat, but I love to eat good food.
4. Friends. Mostly you guys. Since I have no friends in real life that I can interact with on a constant basis (yet). You know who you are.
5. My dogs. I know, I couldn't think of another FWhen I'm sad or lonely, my Badger will refuse to leave my side, and that's amazing. This tiny little creature loves me with everything he is.
C'mon young padawan, you can do it! I know it must be hard, but I seriously think you should do it. You have nothing to lose, and a lot to gain.Been trying to focus energies into moving to Seattle. It's been hard to convince myself. Going back and forth in my head. I even wrote down Yoda's quote. Do or do not. There is no try.
As somebody still at university, this is a completely alien concept.
Can't wait for the day I vanish from this world...
Post 5 things that make life worth living for you! If that's too hard, do 3, or even just 1!
Superheroes are the shit. If you want any recommendations for comics, movies, or shows, let me know! Gotta use my vast superhero knowledge for something.![]()
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Sup DepGaf, I usually just lurk unless it's FGC weekly thread or something compulsively dumb on OT, but I thought I could share some experiences provided anyone had any simple questions.
I am male/26/Bipolar II and just finished the first week and a half of a 6 week outpatient course of bilateral ECT, I have finished 3 treatments so far of 12. Next is Monday morning as it's every Monday and Thursday morning till we hit 12. I am very fortunate to be able to do this as an outpatient since I've been stuck in the bin on 72 hour form after 72 hour form three times in my life now and was not interested in doing it again, although this is my first time with this particular treatment, (have also had rTMS and basically every combination of psych meds with the exclusion of MAOI's).
Basically if anyone had any questions about the treatment I thought I could share, plus if I write it down here it wont matter if I forget due to the next treatment lol...
...of course now that I've said this they're sure to form me again lol.
Might be a silly question but what do you mean with "72 Hour Form"? I can't say, me being Dutch probably being the reason, that I'm familiar with the term.
I can be rather slow.
This is a random thought. Is anyone interested in a DepressionGAF book club? I just got back into reading and I want to share!
Ooo, meah! I'm trying to read 50 books this year. I'm about to finish Chapterhouse Dune and will likely read The Ocean at the End of the Lane next. It's short so I'm going to need new stuff soon! D:
I'm not getting treated at this point as I feel like I'm on top of things but I'd go see your doctor first if money isn't an issue. The only advice I'll give is to write down the key points or issues you feel you have and take a note with you to the doctors. It's easy to forget something important. Medications and side effects vary from person to person and it will depend exactly what you're diagnosed with.That said, for those currently receiving treatment for depression, did you first see your family doctor or did you go straight to a specialist? Any recommendations for one over the other? Also, what medications do you take? What, if any, side effects do you personally experience? Any help you can provide will be appreciated.
I'm pretty sure I've dealt with clinical depression for at least 15 years. I'm 28 as of today. I'm not sure why I resisted the idea that I could have this problem for so long. I know I was afraid of being medicated, so maybe that's it. Or maybe it's just because I thought I could tough it out the old fashioned way. I had to go through a lot of things in life that I just had to learn to live with. I think I just got in the habit of dealing with them in my own way without seeking help.
Anyway, I'm fucking depressed. It's getting to the point where I feel like I'm being crippled. It's absolutely debilitating and I almost got fired because of it. In fact, I still might. It's bizarre to attempt to describe but I'm sure many people here have felt it. You want so badly to do a good job, but there's a disconnect somewhere between your intent and your ability to act. I feel that describing it as a "complete and utter lack of motivation" is selling it too short.
I can't sleep. When I do sleep, I don't feel rested. I'm tired throughout the day and then I'm awake when it's time to sleep.
The littlest things frustrate the hell out of me. I get so angry sometimes over the stupidest shit.
I feel like an absolute failure. Six years ago, I set out to fulfill a dream of mine. It took me from New York to California where I joined the National Guard and now to Virginia where I work at a software company. When I write it down on paper I've made progress, but I feel like I'm not any closer than I was six years ago. I still don't have the education I need, and I'm really not even close.
I don't enjoy things like I used to. Games, music, shows, movies, friends, food, etc. I used to take an interest in dressing nice for work. Don't care anymore.
I don't like being around most people. I have a select few people I can tolerate for long periods of time and everyone else can fuck off. Yet I feel lonely because I have like two friends and have no idea how to make any more.
When I brought this up with my mom last month, she said I was really happy as a child. When I hit my preteens I changed. All kids do at that point obviously. But she said I didn't seem happy anymore. I guess she thought I'd grow out of it. I thought I would too, and now here I am at 28 making this post.
It's not worth trying to fight through this shit on my own anymore. I need help. I know there's not a miracle treatment that makes everything better, but I at least need something to make this all easier to deal with. I'm going to do something about it, and I'm going to report back when I have. I'll be checking back here periodically. Feel free to berate me if you feel it's taken me too long to give you an update. The fact is I made this same promise to some of my co-workers about a month ago and I never made good on it. Part of it was due to some complications with my health insurance. But if I had the motivation, I would have resolved them more quickly so I could go see a doctor. I'm going to get this worked out tomorrow so I can schedule an appointment.
That said, for those currently receiving treatment for depression, did you first see your family doctor or did you go straight to a specialist? Any recommendations for one over the other? Also, what medications do you take? What, if any, side effects do you personally experience? Any help you can provide will be appreciated.
Also, for the record, I scored a 19 on the PHQ-9 and a 30 on BDI. I know it's not an official diagnosis, but it helps to see it on paper like that.
There's certainly more to this whole story and maybe one day I'll share all of it. For now, I'd just like to say thanks to this whole community for creating a place where people like me can come get the information and support they need to deal with their problems. Once I get this bullshit under control a little bit better I hope that I'll be able to give something back. Thanks guys.
Are you doing the 50/50 challenge too? I'm doing it and I'm depressingly behind on books (think I've read like 7 ;_.
I'm down for a Book Club. Hopefully the library will have whatever we decide to read.
I didn't really think this place existed. Maybe I just never noticed.
Anyway, hi.
Last Sunday I tried killing myself.
There's been a monster in my head for over a year now, and I've successfully ignored him and pushed him away for so long that he (like a rubber band) finally snapped and came back at me. He would occasionally pipe up and tell me from day to day how worthless I was or throw a bunch of insults at me, and I'd push him to the back and just say it was "doubt" or use logic to talk him out of power.
I got home from a normal night out after many drinks (no drama or anything), feeling worthless and stupid, I went into my living room of my apartment and ripped my shirt off (literally) and started bawling my eyes out. Fell face flat first and didn't move for half an hour. After I stopped crying, I took off my ripped shirt and put a hoodie on and went outside to the streets. I walked down the street just wanting to die. A taxi turned around the corner, on a street where 60km/h is the limit, and I speed-walked in front of it.
It hit me and I fell to the road, grazing only my side and giving me a few bruises.
He yelled at me, I panicked, I got up and ran home.
When I got home I took 20 Panadol and 3 sleeping tablets and continued crying, the monster now telling me I can't even do that right. I dozed on the floor in a pool of my own saliva tears and mucus.
I finally had to tell someone. I wasn't good at saying things or talking about them. I never did because I never wanted to have a negative impact on anyones existence. So I just left a Facebook status saying what had happened, that I was cancelling on anything involving drinking, that I have a lot of privilege and a lot to live for and I'm getting the help I need.
99% of my Facebook statuses are jokes, puns or references. I like to spark peoples timelines up with positive and hilarious things because of how much people complain about their timelines. A few people messaged me and asked me if it was just a really bad joke. No. Suddenly a call came in, messages of support from friends far and wide. It was appreciated and it helped with that logical part of my argument that kicked in when suicide would become a thought that said resoundingly "No, you have too much to live for".
I took the next day off work and went to hospital to get checked for internal injuries. I have none. Yesterday after work, I went to the GP and told him what happened.
He took a look at me, asked me a few questions and wants to get me on meds straight away. I'm scared of meds, all I have is my ignorance and horror stories I've heard of them changing people for the worst. I convinced Mr Doctor to hold off for a while and convinced him that I wasn't in any imminent danger to myself. I don't think I will be because without alcohol I'll be in control of myself at all times, logic easily beats the monster down and the selfishness takes a back seat.
I got a blood test. I booked my first psych appointment. And I'm hopefully on my way to slaying the monster inside my head.
Cluttering (also called tachyphemia) is a speech and communication disorder characterized by a rapid rate making speech difficult to understand, erratic rhythm, poor syntax or grammar, and words or groups of words unrelated to the sentence.
"Cluttering is a fluency disorder characterized by a rate that is perceived to be abnormally rapid, irregular, or both for the speaker (although measured syllable rates may not exceed normal limits). These rate abnormalities further are manifest in one or more of the following symptoms: (a) an excessive number of disfluencies, the majority of which are not typical of people with stuttering; (b) the frequent placement of pauses and use of prosodic patterns that do not conform to syntactic and semantic constraints; and (c) inappropriate (usually excessive) degrees of coarticulation among sounds, especially in multisyllabic words".[2]
Spoonerisms, malapropisms, Colemanballs, and Freudian slips are examples of cluttering. Stuttering as a common term often refers to the speech disorder of cluttering, rather than to the speech disorder of stuttering. Cluttered speech is exhibited by normal speakers, and is often referred to as stuttering—this is especially true when the speaker is nervous, where nervous speech more closely resembles cluttering than stuttering.
A clutterer described the feeling associated with a clutter as:
“ It feels like 1) about twenty thoughts explode on my mind all at once, and I need to express them all, 2) that when I'm trying to make a point, that I just remembered something that I was supposed to say, so the person can understand, and I need to interrupt myself to say something that I should have said before, and 3) that I need to constantly revise the sentences that I'm working on, to get it out right.[4]
Some quick and dirty suggestions: Batwoman: Elegy and Gotham Central if you like Batman. The first has the best art (by J.H. Williams III) to be found in any superhero comic. The second is about the Gotham police force and my favorite Batman-related series ever.Well I just finished Watchmen tonight. All I've read besides that is Thor: The Mighty Avenger. I'm open to any recommendations! I was thinking of reading this Flash run next, when I have money.
Ooo, meah! I'm trying to read 50 books this year. I'm about to finish Chapterhouse Dune and will likely read The Ocean at the End of the Lane next. It's short so I'm going to need new stuff soon! D:
I won last year. I'm in it this year - started half a year late so it's on. It is so on. Two novels a week. Count em. 1, 2 novels a week. Choo choo. Get on this book train!!
Very glad that you've taken the steps to get help. I know meds can be scary, but they are definitely worth it in my opinion. Of course, this is something you should speak to your psychologist about. If they recommend medication or bring it up, let them know your worries about it.I didn't really think this place existed. Maybe I just never noticed.
Anyway, hi.
So does anyone have any advice for me? I tried doing some basic googling, but I actually don't even know how to form the question for Google to understand. "If I want to pursue a psychological assessment of myself and see if ritalin is right for me, where do I go and who do I talk to in Toronto?".
I would ask my roommate, but he's on vacation until the 11th - I don't want to bother him while he's playing with leprechauns (he's in Ireland). Any help would be much appreciated, and for anyone who made it through my entire post, I'm sorry!
I haven't felt this terrible in a long time. Every action has weight. The inaction of me not killing myself is the biggest weight of all, however.
Hey, I'm also in Toronto, hello! The best way to get help in this area is to be referred by a GP. You don't necessarily need a family doctor, you can go to any of the walk in clinics in the city and talk to the doctors there. They should be able to hook you up with what you need. That said, having your own family doctor may make things easier, so do try to go through your girlfriends family doctor if possible. I don't actually know if the clinic doctors can prescribe you meds while waiting for the specialist, but its worth asking I guess.
Also... don't be discouraged by the wait, it may take quite a while to actually get the appointment. In my case, I was recommended by my family doctor, and it still took close to 6 months. My doctor really wanted me to see this specific guy though, so maybe you will have better luck in this regard. If you have any other questions I can try to answer em.
I won last year. I'm in it this year - started half a year late so it's on. It is so on. Two novels a week. Count em. 1, 2 novels a week. Choo choo. Get on this book train!!
So fucking glad you were open about it. I told two of my friends of my dark thoughts last week, and that's when I truly started to believe my life was worth living for. Hearing a friend with tears in her eyes say "Please don't do it" was a wake-up call everyone in need needs to hear.
Very glad that you've taken the steps to get help. I know meds can be scary, but they are definitely worth it in my opinion. Of course, this is something you should speak to your psychologist about. If they recommend medication or bring it up, let them know your worries about it.
I didn't really think this place existed. Maybe I just never noticed.
Anyway, hi.
Last Sunday I tried killing myself.
There's been a monster in my head for over a year now, and I've successfully ignored him and pushed him away for so long that he (like a rubber band) finally snapped and came back at me. He would occasionally pipe up and tell me from day to day how worthless I was or throw a bunch of insults at me, and I'd push him to the back and just say it was "doubt" or use logic to talk him out of power.
I got home from a normal night out after many drinks (no drama or anything), feeling worthless and stupid, I went into my living room of my apartment and ripped my shirt off (literally) and started bawling my eyes out. Fell face flat first and didn't move for half an hour. After I stopped crying, I took off my ripped shirt and put a hoodie on and went outside to the streets. I walked down the street just wanting to die. A taxi turned around the corner, on a street where 60km/h is the limit, and I speed-walked in front of it.
It hit me and I fell to the road, grazing only my side and giving me a few bruises.
He yelled at me, I panicked, I got up and ran home.
When I got home I took 20 Panadol and 3 sleeping tablets and continued crying, the monster now telling me I can't even do that right. I dozed on the floor in a pool of my own saliva tears and mucus.
I finally had to tell someone. I wasn't good at saying things or talking about them. I never did because I never wanted to have a negative impact on anyones existence. So I just left a Facebook status saying what had happened, that I was cancelling on anything involving drinking, that I have a lot of privilege and a lot to live for and I'm getting the help I need.
99% of my Facebook statuses are jokes, puns or references. I like to spark peoples timelines up with positive and hilarious things because of how much people complain about their timelines. A few people messaged me and asked me if it was just a really bad joke. No. Suddenly a call came in, messages of support from friends far and wide. It was appreciated and it helped with that logical part of my argument that kicked in when suicide would become a thought that said resoundingly "No, you have too much to live for".
I took the next day off work and went to hospital to get checked for internal injuries. I have none. Yesterday after work, I went to the GP and told him what happened.
He took a look at me, asked me a few questions and wants to get me on meds straight away. I'm scared of meds, all I have is my ignorance and horror stories I've heard of them changing people for the worst. I convinced Mr Doctor to hold off for a while and convinced him that I wasn't in any imminent danger to myself. I don't think I will be because without alcohol I'll be in control of myself at all times, logic easily beats the monster down and the selfishness takes a back seat.
I got a blood test. I booked my first psych appointment. And I'm hopefully on my way to slaying the monster inside my head.