I dont really have anything to say other than that this one always cracks me up.Kinda true on my part maybe thats why.
Yeah I don't get it. Unless it's some sort of mental disease and changes the balance of chemicals and doesn't allow you to feel certain feelings or any at all, seems like a bunch of babies. Because I've lived through a lot of shit, and I've never felt like that. I just don't understand it.
I didn't mean someone who's in a position like you. You have every reason to be depressed. My point is, there's these kids that have a great life and are "depressed". I don't think they really are and they're probably doing it for attention. And apart from this discussion, I've felt what you're feeling. I've been in that financial gutter. I had the same thing happen in my youth. Stick it out man. I'm still here, you're gonna be here too. It's just not even about optimism, because I know what that looks and sounds like when you're feeling like this. It's just the inevitability.
Depression is something that people don't understand unless you've dealt with it first-hand, including myself. Friends and family have struggled with it, but I've never had it myself, so it still doesn't make sense. That's not to say that I don't think it's a serious, legitimate issue
Quote from: challengerX on September 22, 2014, 04:20:04 AMYeah I don't get it. Unless it's some sort of mental disease and changes the balance of chemicals and doesn't allow you to feel certain feelings or any at all, seems like a bunch of babies. Because I've lived through a lot of shit, and I've never felt like that. I just don't understand it. The shortest answer I can give over this, outside of getting off my ass and finishing the second thread on depression which is supposed to help clear things up >.>, is the following.For some people, they are born with a predisposition to depression. This is where the biological/genetic factors come in as a primary cause, it's not like you will be born miserable by any means but it is set off more easily than in others.Same sort of thing with Schizophrenia, but Depression can have many more causes than simply genetics/biology (But it plays a significant role in it).So if you take someone who is born with that predisposition and throw them through the wringer, then the chances are they will end up with depression. It can also happen in people who aren't born with that predisposition but are thrown through a specific line of shit (Basically not every trial and tribulation has the potential to trigger depression, but I find that it tends to be a sustained pressure that causes it rather than multiple incidents of shite.)You add so much pressure to the canister that it's at breaking point, but rather than it exploding as you would expect (Going postal etc) the top flies off and all the pressure vanishes leaving a void. That void is what sucks you in and keeps you there until you can break out of it yourself, but by yourself it's pretty much impossible - Hence the need for help with a lot of people.I know that's not exactly brief but it might clear things up a little, and I'll start actually working on Part 2 rather than procrastinating for 6 months again >.>
Everything starts collapsing in on itself. At first there's emotions, frustration, anger, self pity, and then comes not-caring. You get tired of things. You look at the state of it all, and you're just, tired. You want it all to stop and end. And then it does. Everything gets wittled down piece by piece, until there's nothing left for you but, as I said, death itself.
Quote from: Sandtrap on September 22, 2014, 10:35:32 AMEverything starts collapsing in on itself. At first there's emotions, frustration, anger, self pity, and then comes not-caring. You get tired of things. You look at the state of it all, and you're just, tired. You want it all to stop and end. And then it does. Everything gets wittled down piece by piece, until there's nothing left for you but, as I said, death itself.Yup :lI've been down that road, but I managed to break off the path courtesy of a Psychologist and a NaSSA prescription >.> I really don't want to go back to the way I was, but it wouldn't surprise me if there is a relapse further down the line.I really would recommend going to see someone, if you haven't already, because there just isn't a way to beat it on your own.
Quote from: Mr Psychologist on September 22, 2014, 10:51:24 AMQuote from: Sandtrap on September 22, 2014, 10:35:32 AMEverything starts collapsing in on itself. At first there's emotions, frustration, anger, self pity, and then comes not-caring. You get tired of things. You look at the state of it all, and you're just, tired. You want it all to stop and end. And then it does. Everything gets wittled down piece by piece, until there's nothing left for you but, as I said, death itself.Yup :lI've been down that road, but I managed to break off the path courtesy of a Psychologist and a NaSSA prescription >.> I really don't want to go back to the way I was, but it wouldn't surprise me if there is a relapse further down the line.I really would recommend going to see someone, if you haven't already, because there just isn't a way to beat it on your own.The last time I faced it, I did. I got up, on my own, and did things by myself. I had no one else to do things but me.But this time is different. It's too fast. Believe me, I've considered it. But my province has an issue of distance. And another problem. We don't have people who can help with that sort of thing. In our entire province, there are literally 12 people who specialize in that sort of thing. 12. And they're overworked, over tasked, and most of all, too far for me to reach.Whether I like it or not, I have no choice but to do what I've always done. Do it myself, and alone.
Quote from: Sandtrap on September 22, 2014, 10:56:08 AMQuote from: Mr Psychologist on September 22, 2014, 10:51:24 AMQuote from: Sandtrap on September 22, 2014, 10:35:32 AMEverything starts collapsing in on itself. At first there's emotions, frustration, anger, self pity, and then comes not-caring. You get tired of things. You look at the state of it all, and you're just, tired. You want it all to stop and end. And then it does. Everything gets wittled down piece by piece, until there's nothing left for you but, as I said, death itself.Yup :lI've been down that road, but I managed to break off the path courtesy of a Psychologist and a NaSSA prescription >.> I really don't want to go back to the way I was, but it wouldn't surprise me if there is a relapse further down the line.I really would recommend going to see someone, if you haven't already, because there just isn't a way to beat it on your own.The last time I faced it, I did. I got up, on my own, and did things by myself. I had no one else to do things but me.But this time is different. It's too fast. Believe me, I've considered it. But my province has an issue of distance. And another problem. We don't have people who can help with that sort of thing. In our entire province, there are literally 12 people who specialize in that sort of thing. 12. And they're overworked, over tasked, and most of all, too far for me to reach.Whether I like it or not, I have no choice but to do what I've always done. Do it myself, and alone.Damn :lSorry to hear that, it's such a frustratingly common occurance for there to only be a handful of MHPs to cover vast areas/populations. *sigh*What about your GP/Family Doctor? They are usually able to help with this sort of problem to some degree, even if they aren't fully specialised in it. They can usually do an assessment or organise one and then prescribe a medication as a trial run, it could help take the edge of things at least.
No family doctor either. This town has only one doctor. And he's overworked completely. Afraid he doesn't have much time to sit down and talk. If I booked him in, chances are I'd have to wait for a month or two before I got in.And I've been down that road before. I tried the pills. They buggered things up. But I always have one last line. If I fall far enough, I still have enough common sense to call someone who can talk me out of things. One person who I can listen to clearly no matter how skewed things are.If I fall far enough, I'll call them.