Depression and Anxiety Thread

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We really are done no favours by having the actual affliction share the same name as one of the symptoms. Imagine having bowel cancer and only being able to describe it as a sore tummy. That's along with other people who just have a sore tummy also describing it as a sore tummy.

Clinical depression doesn't come and go with the way one feels at any given moment. When I feel on top of the world, I still have clinical depression. Equally, someone that does not have depression might feel really down at any given moment, and even say that they are "depressed", but still not actually have depression.

To any non-sufferers (or even sufferers) that have posted in here and received an agitated/aggressive response, please try to understand that it's possible that you may have effectively called bowel cancer a sore tummy.

If I recall, the current definition in the DSM V is a laundry list of symptoms with the proviso that they're not adequately explained by any other drugs or illnesses that the patient may be suffering. In other words, doctors know damn well that the symptoms are not unique and actually cross over with a bunch of other illnesses and interactions that are incredibly difficult to diagnose or detect.

But those are hard, and so the answer is diet, exercise and highly addictive pills that have about a 50% chance of working on the first try. Your chances of getting an effective medication goes up into the 90s if you get a doctor that knows the proper way to work through multiple medications, but I haven't met one yet. I had to teach myself and then teach them.

If anyone is curious, look up the STAR-D studies. There's a protocol that came out of that that's essentially the best thing I've found in terms of a rigorous and logically constructed treatment protocol.

And yes, god forbid you ever have moments where you don't feel that bad, or that you are able to act well enough to appear functional. It's almost impossible to convince even trained professionals that you know the inside of your head better than they do. Apologies if this is off putting to people thinking about seeking medical help. You still should, it's still better than not and I strongly suspect that my personal experience with doctors has been worse than most (based on other people that I've talked to in similar situations) but it's unlikely to be a magic bullet. You'll get a bit better, and then you may have to search more for the next bit.

Dan
It’s because of the mental illness stigma. People think you’re automatically a danger to yourself or others when you say you’re depressed. Then there’s the fear of being involuntarily committed to a psych ward if you even mention suicide to a therapist. That’s what keeps a lot of people away from treatment.

There's actually a whole list of things you can't mention to a therapist or they'll have to report them. Particularly since terrorism became a hot topic, so beware talking about any violence in your past or violent thoughts/fantasies however far from acting on them you might be. Anything criminal or potentially criminal they have discretion to report, and can be forced to testify against you if it ever gets to that.

Frankly, I feel less safe being open with a therapist than I do with a complete stranger who doesn't know me from a bar of soap. The stranger you can just walk away from, the therapist has all your details and is duty bound to sell you down the river in order to protect their own career and livelihood.

Holy hell I've gotten cynical about the mental health support industry. They talk a good game when someone kills themselves or shoots up a school, but it's so lacking when it comes to actually sitting down and helping people deal with their **** and feel safe.

You know, if people these days are opening up about LGBT matters, sexual harassment, and stuff like that; what makes discussing depression any different?

I think in part because to a large proportion of people you would talk to it's still not a real illness like measles or cancer. It's something that you get because you're mentally weak, or lazy, or whatever. They equate clinical depression with being "depressed", ie. when you've had a rough week and you're a bit sad. Which is obviously bollocks, but there's a remarkable amount of people who still think that people can not be gay if they only try harder too.

It's exacerbated by the fact that nobody really understands what depression is, physically. Not even medical researchers. It's incredibly hard to describe to someone who hasn't felt it, not helped by the fact that your ability to communicate clearly with others is often one of the first things to go. I've got a bit of a story that I use to describe one of the current leading hypotheses on the physical causes of depression and just treat it as if I know that's what I've got. I don't know and to date there's no real diagnostic test, but it helps people to have a description of something that more closely resembles a "real" disease that simply happens to affect the brain more strongly than the body. It makes it feel more like something they understand then, and they can use their normal coping strategies for when they meet someone who is sick instead of being unsure what to do with the "crazy" person.

Then again, I reckon about one in ten people that you talk to will either have been closely involved with someone who has mental illness or have been affected themselves. It's incredibly common, and even across the broader range of mental illnesses most sufferers can relate to each other enough to be helpful and kind.
 
I'm finally getting better after my severe clinical depression from last year, with severe adverse reactions to benzos to make things even worse.
The fact that I gave my father the flu, bronchitis and a lung infection doesn't make it easisier to get better mentally.



Rant: :P

Last week I met a girl in the fitness of whom I suspected to be family (I don't have much contact with that part of the family). I introduced myself and my instinct turned out to be correct. She's the daughter of my nephew. She was so pleased the get to know me, she said so more than once.
Problem is, here mother (no familiy of mine, just the wife of my nephew) always talked trash about me, eventhough she doesn't know me and met me less than 10 time, very briefly.
A few days later, I saw this girl (my nephew's daughter) again in the fitness and as I suspected, she didn't say anthing anymore, not even 'hi" when I nodded at here to say "hello".
My fear became the truth, her mother must have turned her (the daughter) against me. It took me almost a whole week to feel better.
 
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I have seldom felt depressed, so I clearly don't have a chance of understanding it. My long time friend Harvey suffers from it, so I 'get it' only second hand.

I have heard of two entertainments that have been said to change your life for the better. Stevie Nix said that watching Game of Thrones got her through a recent bout of depression. https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2013/10/game-of-thrones-stevie-nicks

My old friend Dr Bob - and others - have said listening to John Fahey has changed their lives.

 
Last Sunday, my relationship in which I was in for just over a year had ended. I'm heartbroken.

Then on Tuesday we had apparently sorted it so we both agreed to give it another go but now I don't know...

I can't believe it. Last night, I sent her a huge paragraph of how much I loved her and that things would improve from here and that I'd have her back regardless. I got a mini paragraph back which was alright but 3 hours later...

She has more family problems, then she takes them out on me by being blunt. I also got the 'we're not together' which hurt me a lot and I already knew that. Then started saying, 'sorry but it's the truth, I've changed now etc.'. I understand family issues, but taking it out on somebody who cares and loves you is just wrong. I now feel worthless as hell. Especially after I wrote her a huge cute paragraph of how much I loved her and how things would change after we sorted it, it broke me even more.

It really hurt me a lot. Nobody appreciates me, or my kindness, I'm sick and tired of getting with people only to end up being hurt. And left in the dirt! It's like people know I'm nice so they take it as my weakness.

Currently I can't even go out my bedroom, eat properly, see family members, I'm too hurt. I've broken down about 10 times, truth is I loved this girl. But I don't know anymore or what to do... I just feel like giving up completely in life. I feel disgusting and worthless. Everybody just takes their s:censored:t out on me and it's not fair. Honestly I feel physically sick.
 
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Last Sunday, my relationship in which I was in for just over a year had ended. I'm heartbroken.

Then on Tuesday we had apparently sorted it so we both agreed to give it another go but now I don't know...

I can't believe it. Last night, I sent her a huge paragraph of how much I loved her and that things would improve from here and that I'd have her back regardless. I got a mini paragraph back which was alright but 3 hours later...

She has more family problems, then she takes them out on me by being blunt. I also got the 'we're not together' which hurt me a lot and I already knew that. Then started saying, 'sorry but it's the truth, I've changed now etc.'. I understand family issues, but taking it out on somebody who cares and loves you is just wrong. I now feel worthless as hell. Especially after I wrote her a huge cute paragraph of how much I loved her and how things would change after we sorted it, it broke me even more.

It really hurt me a lot. Nobody appreciates me, or my kindness, I'm sick and tired of getting with people only to end up being hurt. And left in the dirt! It's like people know I'm nice so they take it as my weakness.

Currently I can't even go out my bedroom, eat properly, see family members, I'm too hurt. I've broken down about 10 times, truth is I loved this girl. But I don't know anymore or what to do... I just feel like giving up completely in life. I feel disgusting and worthless. Everybody just takes their s:censored:t out on me and it's not fair. Honestly I feel physically sick.

From experience, and having been told the same thing by many people when I was in your boots ten years ago, which I didn’t believe then but I’ll now say to you because I now know it to be true; it does get easier with time.

It isn’t an easy thing to deal with but, in the words of the almighty Metallica...what don’t kill ya, make ya more strong...



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Insomnia is driving me crazy. Never had it this bad before. I don’t want to get addicted to sleeping pills, they’re not healthy and the only thing that used to knock me out was the booze, which I’m now abstaining from.

If it sounds like exaggeration I can assure you it isn’t - I sleep less than an hour most nights. It’s torture. The underlying cause is the depression. Mood wise I’m fine thanks to Prozac and I’m feeling really happy and positive but the sleeplessness is killing me, perhaps literally as well as figuratively.

I’ve crashed at my desk 4 days out of 5 this week and dozed off at the keyboard for an hour or two. I’ve explained the situation to the principle and she was very understanding but it still doesn’t look good passing out at 2pm, siting bolt upright with a limp head, fingers still on the keys and dribble down my shirt, like Homer bloody Simpson.

I’m eating fairly healthily, cycling in zone 3 an hour most nights, not playing with my phone or having any stimulants before bed. I’m reading, having cool showers, listening to guided meditation but nothing works. Even the sleeping pills are hit and miss when I do decided I’d like a few more hours of induced sleep (without dreams).

It’s been 2 months of this now. Sleep deprived hallucinations are a new thing I’ve discovered which are trippy as hell and are make me question my reality.

Still, the ‘call of the void’ and suicidal tendencies have abated, there’s no longer alcohol in my system and I just bought a new house and my mum and sister are landing tomorrow morning to visit me for a holiday so things aren’t too bad.
 
I'm in a bad place right now, if I'm honest.

I'm reading the posts before this, and I think... I have answers... why don't you just do the obvious thing, then I remember, it's never the obvious thing when you're at the bottom. .. I don't know... if there's anyone in this thread that's desperate... please remember, just keep talking.
 
Because . . . there's always someone listening. 👍 :)

Remember . . . every time you awake . . . it's a whole new day; a whole new 'temporary' life - till you are dead. To. The world. Again.

What happened the day before was the karma you face today.
Make something of today - that will improve tomorrow. One step at a time.
 
I'm in a bad place right now, if I'm honest.

I'm reading the posts before this, and I think... I have answers... why don't you just do the obvious thing, then I remember, it's never the obvious thing when you're at the bottom. .. I don't know... if there's anyone in this thread that's desperate... please remember, just keep talking.

Man, you need help. The booze ain’t gonna work (I’m one to talk, I know) but meds or exercise might. I don’t what your bad place is like but if it’s bad, it ain’t good.

By the by, if you have some answers you’d like to share, do tell*, I’m sure we all could use some help. ;)

*(Unless it’s a bottle of Scotch and half a bottle of sleeping pills or something similar, I got 80 kids depending on me for their futures lol*)

*Not really a laughing matter but what else can one do?

I’ve become very fond of astrixes (right term?) today. I’ve been so high for days I think I need to lower my dosage...full on manic right now (better than the depressive side of this illness though).

Aaaaaaand I’m done. Christ, I can’t shut up. Imma stop typing now.
 
Man, you need help. The booze ain’t gonna work (I’m one to talk, I know) but meds or exercise might. I don’t what your bad place is like but if it’s bad, it ain’t good.

By the by, if you have some answers you’d like to share, do tell*, I’m sure we all could use some help. ;)

*(Unless it’s a bottle of Scotch and half a bottle of sleeping pills or something similar, I got 80 kids depending on me for their futures lol*)

*Not really a laughing matter but what else can one do?

I’ve become very fond of astrixes (right term?) today. I’ve been so high for days I think I need to lower my dosage...full on manic right now (better than the depressive side of this illness though).

Aaaaaaand I’m done. Christ, I can’t shut up. Imma stop typing now.

I'm 24 hours into a bank holiday weekend and I'm a litre in to some Whiskey. ...

...

My own words escape me.
 
By the by, if you have some answers you’d like to share, do tell*, I’m sure we all could use some help. ;)

You don't have a problem sleeping. You just have a problem sleeping at the right time. How can you adjust your sleep cycle? This is the first thing you may want to work on. Humans are creatures of habit - one replacing another; so you must first figure out how to rewire that circuit - one day at a time.

I'm 24 hours into a bank holiday weekend and I'm a litre in to some Whiskey. ...

...

My own words escape me.

That's temporary bliss - and as I was saying - the after-effects (as I so callously labelled 'karma') will catch up with you.
You have to figure out - today, now - what causes you can put into motion that will have a better effect on your life tomorrow.

Yes, I know, easier said than done. As with all major victories.
Soldier on!!
 
I'm 24 hours into a bank holiday weekend and I'm a litre in to some Whiskey. ...

...

My own words escape me.

I’ve just started my month off for Thai New Year and have no reason not to get drunk (no work at all) other than I don’t want alcohol to be the cause of my end. Tobacco? Maybe. Bike crash? Likely. 18 beers and a one way ticket to Hell? No chance.

Bottle of whiskey will put you in a bad place. I you thought you were in a bad enough place to need whiskey, you probably didn’t need whisky. But again, I’ve only been sober 2 weeks so I’m not exactly pro at this.

Edit: @photonrider, even with the extra hour or two at work during the it’s still less than I feel I need. I’m not in the position where my clocks is messed up and I’m sleeping days, waking nights, I just can’t turn off my brain for 21 hours of the day. I’m sure it’s only the meds keeping me pushing through the day without suffering mental exhaustion.
 
Shem, you have to keep it up... you know as well as I do that there are ups, and there are downs....

Im a pretty stubborn bastard and I’ve finally put my stubbornness to use against poisoning myself every weekend.

I’m dead set on it this time. I’ve dodged all chances to booze and have notified my chums and colleagues that to socialise with me it’ll have to be over a game of badminton or a game of Catan.

Been trying to have a baby for months now and I know it isn’t always a one hit wonder but I’m sure the beer was slowing down my swimmers. Hopefully I’ll have more chance of conceiving without more blood in my alcohol stream...less toxins and all.
 
Im a pretty stubborn bastard and I’ve finally put my stubbornness to use against poisoning myself every weekend.

I’m dead set on it this time. I’ve dodged all chances to booze and have notified my chums and colleagues that to socialise with me it’ll have to be over a game of badminton or a game of Catan.

Been trying to have a baby for months now and I know it isn’t always a one hit wonder but I’m sure the beer was slowing down my swimmers. Hopefully I’ll have more chance of conceiving without more blood in my alcohol stream...less toxins and all.

I can't do anything but wish you the best of luck. For the start of the journey, and everything that follows... best of luck...
 
I can't do anything but wish you the best of luck. For the start of the journey, and everything that follows... best of luck...

Cheers.

You could come along on the wagon for the journey with me if you’d like. Life’s better without the booze.
 
Edit: @photonrider, even with the extra hour or two at work during the it’s still less than I feel I need. I’m not in the position where my clocks is messed up and I’m sleeping days, waking nights, I just can’t turn off my brain for 21 hours of the day. I’m sure it’s only the meds keeping me pushing through the day without suffering mental exhaustion.

First off you have to accept that there is no real 'schedule' for human beings.
I've mentioned in here before - maybe in another thread - that I sometimes go for 36 hours in a row then crash out for twelve hours.
When - and how long - you want to sleep depends on how rich you are, basically.
If you are wealthy enough to tell the whole world to go to hell in a hand basket for all you care you can sleep when you want, wake when you will.
It's worldly 'survival' schedules that lay out a 'right' and 'wrong' time and quantity of sleep. Obviously there will be 'voices of authority' (circle-jerk experts who bolster each other up) that will tell you 'Sean - you need this much sleep for good health, etc' but follow that trail long enough and you'll find a dollar at the end.
You are unique.
This is something everybody should understand.
There are no two humans that are identical - not even identical twins; their fingerprints - and brains - are different (we'll leave alone the unique perspective of time.)
When someone dies - or kills themselves - they take that unique individual off-stage.
Sleep is a magical effect. You have your own unique potion to imbibe. If your natural sleep patterns (because of survival schedules, or a multitude of other causes that animals in nature don't face) are colliding, then you must consider focusing on it.
I'll pull the ol' Buddha into the conversation and say that 'attention' is imperative.
Learn about yourself - how you begin to feel sleepy, why, when, how much you really need to feel good when you wake up without being too anxious that you aren't following some World Bible of Sleep, what sort of bedding or environment knocks you out (sometimes a good NASCAR race is all I need to knock me out for a good 2-hour cat-nap :dopey: ) . . . as I said before sleep is magical. It's sexy. It gives you a break.
Figure out your sleep pattern (mine is around 24 - 36 hours awake, before a six-hour black-out - but I may have short and sweet cat-naps in between; just like any old dog who knows where his bones are buried and loves to dream about them.) I'm just in a position in my life now where I can do that.
So - and the talking is on my side, the doing on yours - if, as I said, you give some attention to what your body is saying about the sleep you actually need, and you can listen and manage its demands, you will exploit the truly unique person you are - and to hell with the cloning.

Been trying to have a baby for months now and I know it isn’t always a one hit wonder but I’m sure the beer was slowing down my swimmers. Hopefully I’ll have more chance of conceiving without more blood in my alcohol stream...less toxins and all.

As unique as we all are, we are always in a state of change - that remains constant.
We not only change our minds at will, our bodies are round-the-clock chemical combustion engines. We undergo an event labelled 'death' but yet that is, at its basic, just another change - the engine goes on, if left alone, to create another form of life - even if only as a million maggots.
You, as a unique individual partnered with another unique individual - and irrespective of any other purpose to life that we don't know of yet - have the right and privilege that nature has given you - to create another unique individual on Earth.

I can tell you this from experience: Nature rewards as bountifully as it punishes - and you are part of nature. I wish you the best of luck in this endeavour and if the day comes I see you in the GTPlanet Dads thread it will be a day I will not forget.

Cheers, bud. :cheers:
H.
 
Harry, your posts never fail to amaze me. 👍

I think it’s a chemical thing in my brain that keeps me awake. I’ve been a great sleeper for years and always listened to what my mind and body wanted. I know the modern sleep patterns are largely manipulated by artificial light and people no longer sleep a few hours, wake at midnight, do a thing, then sleep some more.

On the baby front, I’ve always been of the opinion that there are enough people in the world and I would gladly adopt but wifey is my world and if she wants children then it’s my pleasure to oblige her. Since we’re yet to figure out the purpose of our existence one can only assume it is to exist and therefore continuation of existence (the species) seems to be our only known function as of yet. All of my thoughts on the subject of phycology and biology, genetics and the innate will to live and reproduce, etc, point me to this opinion.

It’s good to talk. You really don’t know (well, you may) how much help me it does to converse about subjects of the mind, however faulty those minds are (my warranty ran out years ago lol), so many thanks for your time and effort around here.
 
From experience, and having been told the same thing by many people when I was in your boots ten years ago, which I didn’t believe then but I’ll now say to you because I now know it to be true; it does get easier with time.

It isn’t an easy thing to deal with but, in the words of the almighty Metallica...what don’t kill ya, make ya more strong...


Yeah, I've got people telling me that I'll be feeling better within a 2 - 4 weeks times. It's just disgusting how I tried so much to be nice about it and such, I pratically get a slap in the face back. I regret sending that huge paragraph thinking it would make things better. And I've been listening to a lot of Metallica recently. I love Metallica, first band I listened to. :)

@GTPVenomZombie

How's your evening going?
To be honest, it's been 6 days since it ended and I'm still feeling the effects of it. I still can't eat or talk to people verbally. It's eating away at me. Was she really worth it? My friends tell me she wasn't. I just don't want to take back somebody who takes their moods out on me, creates arguments then blames everything on me. I don't know man. I feel broken still if im honest.
 
@GTPVenomZombie -

Your post can be seen when quoted, no worry: (yes, some phones only pretend to be 'smart')

"To be honest, it's been 6 days since it ended and I'm still feeling the effects of it. I still can't eat or talk to people verbally. It's eating away at me. Was she really worth it? My friends tell me she wasn't. I just don't want to take back somebody who takes their moods out on me, creates arguments then blames everything on me. I don't know man. I feel broken still if im honest."

A year from now, and certainly years from now, what you feel today will be but a dim memory - you may only wonder why you felt like that, and even shake your head at how foolish you were to place such importance on another person.
You may even take a breath of relief that you actually got away.

People - and not just necessarily people like your ex - are not always deliberate.
The mind is a phenomenon - an effect of reactions to stimuli. We don't know what she is going through. At this point in time, though, she has made it clear that something else was more important than you. This is not what you want in a committed relationship - you don't need a repeat of this in some future event, maybe even after you were married and had children when she decided something was more important to her than your relationship together.
So she has defined herself by this.
She has stated your value to her.
Is this what you want?
Replace your feelings of rejection with other feelings; look around and find things for which to be grateful and focus on that.
As I explained in the 'Happiness' thread - it is impossible physically for the brain to activate the areas controlling 'gratefulness' and 'depression' simultaneously.
Fill your time with activities that are completely disconnected with time/activites that are even remotely connected with her.
In essence, it's your turn to dump her - mentally.
She may come back (as I said some: humans are very strong creatures of habit - and habit infects all we do, from walking and breathing to getting ticked off just because someone looked at you; we are not as deliberate in our reactions to reality as we'd like to believe, in assuaging our egos.) Are you already setting yourself up to be knocked down again?

If you truly want to open yourself out to meeting the next 'love-of-your-life' dump everything about her, and move on.
Give your destiny a chance and don't fight fate.

In short - in plain English - just shrug GROBR and improve your looks by putting a smile on your face and a sparkle in your eye.

I've been there, done that, and given away the T-shirt. So I know it is possible.
Goodluck, TC, and chin up, buddy!

:cheers:
H.
 
@GTPVenomZombie -

Your post can be seen when quoted, no worry: (yes, some phones only pretend to be 'smart')

"To be honest, it's been 6 days since it ended and I'm still feeling the effects of it. I still can't eat or talk to people verbally. It's eating away at me. Was she really worth it? My friends tell me she wasn't. I just don't want to take back somebody who takes their moods out on me, creates arguments then blames everything on me. I don't know man. I feel broken still if im honest."

A year from now, and certainly years from now, what you feel today will be but a dim memory - you may only wonder why you felt like that, and even shake your head at how foolish you were to place such importance on another person.
You may even take a breath of relief that you actually got away.

People - and not just necessarily people like your ex - are not always deliberate.
The mind is a phenomenon - an effect of reactions to stimuli. We don't know what she is going through. At this point in time, though, she has made it clear that something else was more important than you. This is not what you want in a committed relationship - you don't need a repeat of this in some future event, maybe even after you were married and had children when she decided something was more important to her than your relationship together.
So she has defined herself by this.
She has stated your value to her.
Is this what you want?
Replace your feelings of rejection with other feelings; look around and find things for which to be grateful and focus on that.
As I explained in the 'Happiness' thread - it is impossible physically for the brain to activate the areas controlling 'gratefulness' and 'depression' simultaneously.
Fill your time with activities that are completely disconnected with time/activites that are even remotely connected with her.
In essence, it's your turn to dump her - mentally.
She may come back (as I said some: humans are very strong creatures of habit - and habit infects all we do, from walking and breathing to getting ticked off just because someone looked at you; we are not as deliberate in our reactions to reality as we'd like to believe, in assuaging our egos.) Are you already setting yourself up to be knocked down again?

If you truly want to open yourself out to meeting the next 'love-of-your-life' dump everything about her, and move on.
Give your destiny a chance and don't fight fate.

In short - in plain English - just shrug GROBR and improve your looks by putting a smile on your face and a sparkle in your eye.

I've been there, done that, and given away the T-shirt. So I know it is possible.
Goodluck, TC, and chin up, buddy!

:cheers:
H.

Thank you so much for the understanding!

You're right. In months to come, I will be well over it and think to myself, why the hell did I get so worked up about somebody who doesn't even care?! Truth be told though, I gave it my all in that relationship. She changed herself towards the end, as she had people start stuff for her and just stopped caring. Rumours went about saying she liked somebody else which she denied, and I believed her and so did her friends. I had her back through that and ever since, she's took almost every mood out on me and I've took the blame for it all. I get, 'I've changed now... If you don't like it then you can leave... Everything has to go my way how I want when I want...' And constant Blunt responses, which I got the blame for. It got to the point where I got upset, I told her why I was upset and then I got made to feel even worse by her bringing up stuff to upset me even more while being blunt and twisting it around, so it revolved around her. I got constant slow replies every day... I felt so worthless, so in a way I'm glad to be out of it.

Yes, I did do things to annoy her but nothing major. Difference is I apologised for whatever it was that I did, she rarely ever apologised. But towards the end, I could not even speak to her about what was bothering me anymore as she would always end up playing the victim. It was a one sided relationship. So I had nobody to speak to about it.

Now I'm heartbroken. But you're right I need to brush it off my mind and start a fresh beginning. Note that I'm a very sensitive guy, and when I have a girlfriend I give them the world. I feel ugly and full of insecurities like I'll never find love or trust love ever again.

My friends are telling me to not take her back, and to find someone new in the following months. I've had much support from people and I appreciate it.

Today she pretty much kicked me while I was down over snapchat. I haven't spoke to her since Wednesday night (the night I wrote the cute big paragraph and then got a slap in the face in return for it) she said that I haven't changed at all and now she just wants to be friends because apparently I only care about myself and not her problems. So ironic. All because I didn't message her after her throwing that big paragraph right back in my face. What does she expect? She thinks it's okay for her to take her moods out on me, and to disrespect me and still expects me to be there for her. I'm no puppet. It's not how it works. She's broken me in two, and I'm still getting s**t from her. It feels as though she doesn't give a damn about me, and loves to hurt me at any opportunity she can get. Do I really want to be with someone like that??

I think I just need to accept it and move on. My friend said that any girl would be lucky to have me. Which made me smile.

And thank you so so much for the support. Honestly I will keep the reading that over and over to get it stuck in my head. I'm going to start GT3 & GT4 all over again in an attempt to get it off my mind. Again, thank you very much brother. :cheers:
 
Sometimes if you feel depressed, you need to get rid of things in your life to add to it. The initial pain will be strong, but you know you are doing something to help yourself in the long run. This is just something to think about if you are depressed from feeling like you need to let something/someone go or if someone basically did away with you.

I hope all of you are doing well. Again- don't let depression win over you.
 
Last time I posted here (ages ago) I had said something along the lines that I haven't suffered from depression, turns out I was wrong!
6 months ago now my wife of 17 years left me, said she doesn't love me anymore and that life is too short to waste her time and mine so she left.
In the emotional turmoil that ensued I came to realize that I had sensed for a long time that there was not a lot of love there and I had been in denial and had become actually very depressed in the relationship.
The past six months have been very tough, and I had been coming in and out of depression for about the first four of those. I suffered terribly from insomnia for all of that time and the physical and mental exhaustion that caused didn't help matters. I'm on top of things properly now and am able to sleep again without a cocktail of drugs to knock me out which has made a huge difference.
For me the biggest help apart from talking and unloading with trusted friends and family was getting my fitness back - I started running even though I hate running and found that it really cleared my head when I went for a run. I have a bad ankle however and that started to play up with running so I'm cycling now instead and have gotten back into weight training. In addition I went onto a Keto diet and between that and the exercise I've lost a lot of weight and am now in great shape and feeling really good about myself.
Before I was 47 and felt more like 67, now I'm 47 and feeling more like 27! Four months ago it would have been fairly inconceivable to me that I would be feeling this good about myself now. My situation has not changed but I have and for the better.
 
I wish I never went to college. I got suckered into the whole highschool narative that you'll never get anywhere if you don't go to college. Even if you're unsure of what you want to do in life. Go to college. Go to college! GO TO COLLEGE! They never get real and tell you it's not a sure thing, that you might lose grip on the climb up, that you might catch a falling rock to the face, or that like with any product you pay for you simply might not be getting your money's worth.

I entered on loans for engineering since I was good at math, then took way too long to realize that it wasn't for me. That along with school and picking up the slack for my sister and her clown of a husband in taking care of their five kids, more and more the school got crowded, more expensive, and lacked the courses I needed. It was really bad by year seven where it was almost impossible to find open seats each quarter, but the worst was the fact that the head of my department and the professor for all of my important core courses was this senile old fool who never gave due credit and failed to answer any questions we had. This guy was apparently untouchable since EVERYONE filed complaints about him.

I was misserable, and frankly a little scared. Math and science kept me going, but I now felt that I was learning absolutely nothing at the most crucial time. I lost the drive in the worst way and in the end I just stopped going. My heart wasn't in it anymore and I wished for something else.

Right around the same time my mom started to forget things. Small things here and there so we didn't think much of it. I bounced around a few jobs, but it was always temporary crap and they would never keep me long. Got turned on to this trucking gig and jumped right in. Learned the hard way that it wasn't a job for someone who's well planted. In two months I was home for only 4 days, and in those days I wasn't able to relax for a moment.

By this time my mom had fallen into full-blown short-term memory loss. She couldn't hold onto anything new. And everytime I called I would hear about all this family drama with me being gone, how my brother blames my sister for me not being home to help my mom anymore, how my youngest niece is suffering without me 'cause niether my sister nor her husband can sit down and calmly help with simple elementary school math, and so on. I began to have nightmares of coming home one weekend and my mom not knowing who I am.

So I quit... And since I didn't fulfill my 9-month contract, I now had to pay off the bill for training me to drive and get licensed. Yay! More debt. Shortly after that, my brother's cheating wife sold his house from under him so I had to help him move back home. He works nights and sleeps all day.

Took my mom to a bunch of specialists and endless tests over a year and even though the doctors know she has obvious symptoms, none of them have the balls to give a diagnosis. I was hoping to become an actual caregiver to her so I could stay on top of everything at home while making my loan payments. She loses everything and something small and simple can easily take up an hour or two to figure out. Her main doctor tells me I can't become a cargiver since my mom can still feed and bathe hefself. Nevermind that she literally asked him the same question word for word four times while we were there.

This is sort of leading up to the hole I'm in. I had another job later with a well-known dept. store building bicycles. I liked the job but one day when I lost track of my mom while shopping I sort of had this panicked never-again type of moment. Like I realized just how serious this thing with her could be. I let my manager know that I wanted to work early mornings and be out by noon or I'd have to quit. He told me to just go ahead and work the hours I needed, but he never made it an official thing. I went a month just overriding the schedule under his name until some lady asked me about it. Apparently he was no longer my manager and she was. I never got the message. This company played musical managers and I never could tell who my direct boss was at any moment. I filed the paperwork for my new hours of availability, but I guess I had a bad impression on this new manager 'cause out of nowhere I was only getting four hours a week. Went in the office and had it adjusted twice before I got fed up and just packed up. Everyone else was sad to see me go knowing of my situation and that I was actually a good employee that got crap done.

So for the past year I've just been home as a means to keep my mom calm and stable. My brother isn't too much help since he sleeps a lot and has his own stuff to deal with. That and he drinks when he isn't working. He recently got a DUI and that's been more crap for me to deal with since now he has no license. My dad's been home a lot recently, but he's no help at all. He drinks every second he's home and has no patience for crap all much less helping my mom. Bitches and cries about everything and just makes more mess to clean up. The picky guy complains about all the groceries I buy but won't go shop for himself. NOTHING i buy pleases him. My sister comes by sometimes, but she's practically a 5-year-old adult drama queen and aggrivates me to no end, usually confusing my mom and making things worse. She's the worst slob of all. Always like a tornado came through, but gets all defensive if you bring it up. "You're just a neat freak! Bleh!" But everytime something comes up I'm the one who has to deal with it.

And THAT is where all my pent up frustration and torment starts to drip out of the seams. Everytime I have responsibilities for myself, all of my free time gets eaten away by others. I hate to sound spoiled, but I just start to feel so helpless after so long. All of my patience is spared for my mom. I try to keep my calm for her, but when it comes to everything else I lose my cool so easily now. And my dad is planning to retire within the next month or so, so I don't know what will happen then. It's a nightmare really.

I really wanted to start this online comic as a possible source of income, but when I try to work on it something always comes up from my sister or brother. I always get depressed with the family crap that I end up losing spirit and just waste away spare moments in video games. Sometimes I won't even play. I'll just sit here wondering what to do, not really liking anything that I should normally like.

I'm in that right now. I'm hating Gran Turismo today. I have a crappy day and then I can't salvage my mood with anything. Writing here is keeping me settled, but there have been nights where I just take off driving aimlessly, tears rolling down my eyes not knowing what my life will be in the next year, parking and looking for a contact to text or call, but not really feeling like any of them would want my company in that state, or worse if they didn't care.


TL;DR
So there it is, no job and a pool of debt. My mom is slowly losing herself, but I'm the only one who helps around home. Afraid to look for work due to crippling anti-social anxiety and the thought that I'll never have personal time again.

I'm going to try to start drawing again this week once I get my room back to myself and hopefully I can find myself in a possitive place again.
 
Nato_777 , it's nice to know you are doing better. At least this is a start. Any kind of positive progress is better than none at all.

UnkaD , I know you must be really stressed. I would probably suggest you not to lose focus. You deserve to be commended for trying to find anything and everything to remain happy and stable.

It still amazes me just what all we go through and how it impacts our lives. We don't always make the best decisions or be around the best set of people, but it is tough to live even when we think all is well. There will probably be that moment or those moments that make us question how we live. You basically learn to live life on the fly and not always focus on goals. That is why I don't believe in New Year's Resolutions or the need to have to plan for certain things, especially which you have no control over.

I guess now, I am really understanding those who have more serious cases of depression as far as taking medicine goes. Some people may honestly have such brutal levels of depression that taking antidepressants and other medicines will help people feel better again. It is something you will have to consider if you can not naturally treat your own depression. I have been very sad in the past, but not to the point where depression has taken over my life. Depression should never reach these levels, but it is the sad fact of life you are constantly dealing with trying to get your life together.

One other thing before I close this post... even the simplest compliment or the simplest thought regarding others is enough to help produce smiles and feel happier. It especially applies to being sincere. That is why I constantly offer my kindness and good thoughts to others. All I hope for is for the world around me to be great regardless of what I experience. Being lonely or not feeling welcome just adds to depression when in the company of others. Always love yourself before you can expect or believe anyone else to love you in return. We all can do a lot to help feel better no matter what kind of depression we have.
 
We have sadly lost Verne Troyer ("Mini Me" from the Austin Powers movies) recently. From what I heard, a few factors that lead to his death was something along the lines of depression and suicide. So this gives me an opportunity to mention this. This is one of the most extreme effects of being depressed- hurting yourself or others. If you are depressed in any capacity, get help as quickly as you can to prevent the potential worst-case scenario from happening.
 
If you are depressed in any capacity, get help as quickly as you can to prevent the potential worst-case scenario from happening.

I second this, having been in a self-destructive mindset for too long before seeking help and doing myself a lot of damage both mentally and physically.
 
I found out, by trial and error, that apple cider vinegar interacts with antidepressants making me feel less "happy". Apple cider vinegar is a good "belly fat burner" though.
 
I wish I never went to college. I got suckered into the whole highschool narative that you'll never get anywhere if you don't go to college. Even if you're unsure of what you want to do in life. Go to college. Go to college! GO TO COLLEGE! They never get real and tell you it's not a sure thing, that you might lose grip on the climb up, that you might catch a falling rock to the face, or that like with any product you pay for you simply might not be getting your money's worth.

I entered on loans for engineering since I was good at math, then took way too long to realize that it wasn't for me. That along with school and picking up the slack for my sister and her clown of a husband in taking care of their five kids, more and more the school got crowded, more expensive, and lacked the courses I needed. It was really bad by year seven where it was almost impossible to find open seats each quarter, but the worst was the fact that the head of my department and the professor for all of my important core courses was this senile old fool who never gave due credit and failed to answer any questions we had. This guy was apparently untouchable since EVERYONE filed complaints about him.

I was misserable, and frankly a little scared. Math and science kept me going, but I now felt that I was learning absolutely nothing at the most crucial time. I lost the drive in the worst way and in the end I just stopped going. My heart wasn't in it anymore and I wished for something else.

Right around the same time my mom started to forget things. Small things here and there so we didn't think much of it. I bounced around a few jobs, but it was always temporary crap and they would never keep me long. Got turned on to this trucking gig and jumped right in. Learned the hard way that it wasn't a job for someone who's well planted. In two months I was home for only 4 days, and in those days I wasn't able to relax for a moment.

By this time my mom had fallen into full-blown short-term memory loss. She couldn't hold onto anything new. And everytime I called I would hear about all this family drama with me being gone, how my brother blames my sister for me not being home to help my mom anymore, how my youngest niece is suffering without me 'cause niether my sister nor her husband can sit down and calmly help with simple elementary school math, and so on. I began to have nightmares of coming home one weekend and my mom not knowing who I am.

So I quit... And since I didn't fulfill my 9-month contract, I now had to pay off the bill for training me to drive and get licensed. Yay! More debt. Shortly after that, my brother's cheating wife sold his house from under him so I had to help him move back home. He works nights and sleeps all day.

Took my mom to a bunch of specialists and endless tests over a year and even though the doctors know she has obvious symptoms, none of them have the balls to give a diagnosis. I was hoping to become an actual caregiver to her so I could stay on top of everything at home while making my loan payments. She loses everything and something small and simple can easily take up an hour or two to figure out. Her main doctor tells me I can't become a cargiver since my mom can still feed and bathe hefself. Nevermind that she literally asked him the same question word for word four times while we were there.

This is sort of leading up to the hole I'm in. I had another job later with a well-known dept. store building bicycles. I liked the job but one day when I lost track of my mom while shopping I sort of had this panicked never-again type of moment. Like I realized just how serious this thing with her could be. I let my manager know that I wanted to work early mornings and be out by noon or I'd have to quit. He told me to just go ahead and work the hours I needed, but he never made it an official thing. I went a month just overriding the schedule under his name until some lady asked me about it. Apparently he was no longer my manager and she was. I never got the message. This company played musical managers and I never could tell who my direct boss was at any moment. I filed the paperwork for my new hours of availability, but I guess I had a bad impression on this new manager 'cause out of nowhere I was only getting four hours a week. Went in the office and had it adjusted twice before I got fed up and just packed up. Everyone else was sad to see me go knowing of my situation and that I was actually a good employee that got crap done.

So for the past year I've just been home as a means to keep my mom calm and stable. My brother isn't too much help since he sleeps a lot and has his own stuff to deal with. That and he drinks when he isn't working. He recently got a DUI and that's been more crap for me to deal with since now he has no license. My dad's been home a lot recently, but he's no help at all. He drinks every second he's home and has no patience for crap all much less helping my mom. Bitches and cries about everything and just makes more mess to clean up. The picky guy complains about all the groceries I buy but won't go shop for himself. NOTHING i buy pleases him. My sister comes by sometimes, but she's practically a 5-year-old adult drama queen and aggrivates me to no end, usually confusing my mom and making things worse. She's the worst slob of all. Always like a tornado came through, but gets all defensive if you bring it up. "You're just a neat freak! Bleh!" But everytime something comes up I'm the one who has to deal with it.

And THAT is where all my pent up frustration and torment starts to drip out of the seams. Everytime I have responsibilities for myself, all of my free time gets eaten away by others. I hate to sound spoiled, but I just start to feel so helpless after so long. All of my patience is spared for my mom. I try to keep my calm for her, but when it comes to everything else I lose my cool so easily now. And my dad is planning to retire within the next month or so, so I don't know what will happen then. It's a nightmare really.

I really wanted to start this online comic as a possible source of income, but when I try to work on it something always comes up from my sister or brother. I always get depressed with the family crap that I end up losing spirit and just waste away spare moments in video games. Sometimes I won't even play. I'll just sit here wondering what to do, not really liking anything that I should normally like.

I'm in that right now. I'm hating Gran Turismo today. I have a crappy day and then I can't salvage my mood with anything. Writing here is keeping me settled, but there have been nights where I just take off driving aimlessly, tears rolling down my eyes not knowing what my life will be in the next year, parking and looking for a contact to text or call, but not really feeling like any of them would want my company in that state, or worse if they didn't care.


TL;DR
So there it is, no job and a pool of debt. My mom is slowly losing herself, but I'm the only one who helps around home. Afraid to look for work due to crippling anti-social anxiety and the thought that I'll never have personal time again.

I'm going to try to start drawing again this week once I get my room back to myself and hopefully I can find myself in a possitive place again.
Have you been looking for another job or is looking after your mum too full time?
 
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