Some folks feel like they've been born in the wrong body--I feel like I was born in the wrong universe. A godawful shitstain of a universe where everyone who inhabits it remains glibly and complacently content with nearly every aspect of it. They contribute nothing and they take everything. And I never asked to be here.i haven't been professionally diagnosed yet, but a number of users have taken notice--i'm depressed as fuckthough, chances are, there's probably something wrong with you if you're not
though, chances are, there's probably something wrong with you if you're not
It's why I often say that, when it comes to the optimism/pessimism dichotomy, pessimism is the rational outlook.Even though it's often described as irrational.Realism, of course, being the pseudo-intellectual meme outlook.Realism is for pessimists who lack the cock to just admit that they're pessimists.
A friend of mine has chronic depression, tried to kill herself a few days ago.It's really rough, and I wish I could just make it known how much these people who suffer matter.But this isn't about how you think. It's how you feel, and that feeling of worthlessness just shows up. There is no rationality to it, you can even know 100% that it is not true, yet, it still does its damage.All I can say is, never forget that there are people who value you Sandtrap.
Quote from: Rocketman287 on July 29, 2015, 01:00:14 AMA friend of mine has chronic depression, tried to kill herself a few days ago.It's really rough, and I wish I could just make it known how much these people who suffer matter.But this isn't about how you think. It's how you feel, and that feeling of worthlessness just shows up. There is no rationality to it, you can even know 100% that it is not true, yet, it still does its damage.All I can say is, never forget that there are people who value you Sandtrap.If there's anything I could wish for, it'd be that people would stop caring for me. I have enough to worry about already, having to consider how others will react to things concerning me is just...stressful. I feel like if I was left in a vacuum, where I could finally just kill myself and there'd be no repercussions, no one would care and it would all be over, I wouldn't even want to anymore. Because then I'm not being forced to live by others.I wish I could say this to my parents, but of course it would leave them dejected and emotionally distraught, so I guess I'll just continue feeling these things for their sake. Which just feels cruel to me, considering they are the ones who chose to make this all happen.
I know from experience that the need to vent during times of depression will often push people away. But fuck it, man. If you need to vent, both Mr P and I--what with our experience of depression--will understand and will read what you write. I'm sure a lot of others will too, at least on the Serious board. It's like a hunger that won't give in until you satiate it. Well, I guess that's depression in a nutshell: something that'll try and fucking eat away at you. Although it's kind of funny how you venting has resulted in a shorter post than usual.
StoryI was hospitalized three months ago because I thought killing myself was imminent (which was true, but I also did it to get extensions on school projects). Right before I was hospitalized I didn't think of killing myself when I was depressed and angry, but even from neutral states because I thought it was imminent and sensible. I don't even consider killing myself to be sad, it's an alternative to an imposed existence I have little agency to change.When I was hospitalized I was diagnosed with a few mental disorders and transferred to a psych ward. The nature of confinement and routine was maddening, the patients ranged from lizard-people conspiracy theorists who believed they were doing business research to medicated zombies.I didn't like the doctors there. Time was short with all patients and communication suffered. I made contrary cases for the diagnoses they posited without substantial testing, and was largely ignored. I was recommended medications I could refuse with the risk of being detained longer, so I took them and lost my mind for parts of the day. There are few things I'm afraid of losing. Mental clarity is certainly one of them. I felt curiously capable and motivated, despite medications and treatment by staff. There was nowhere for me to run to, no distractions to sidetrack me. I thought about why I was the way I was, what I wanted to do, and how I could do it. I mainly did this because I understood then that if I didn't do something people would retain influence over me and my interests and I'd never freely pursue what I truly desire. So I fought. I fought in the meetings to earn the respect of every staff member and the other patients.I fought with my failing brain to focus on my personal work.I fought with the doctor (though he was never the wiser) and earned his praise so I could be released earlier.And I was. This could have been the worst point of my life, yet it has so far been a beneficial shift overall.Practical PieceI realized every pathological thought functioning against my goals were a conditioned behavior dependent on developed associations and stimulant-induced basis, and that I could identify stimulants and their reactions to figure out what affects me specifically and how to interrupt/reverse the process. So I went back through my life and identified every effective period where pathological psycho-physiological processes became entangled with my ideals and goals. I'm still working on both the approach I use for reconditioning and what neurological networks I should develop (and how) to progress with what I desire, how I desire to.This is how I'm starting to develop characteristics that make me functional for my desires.If anyone's interested, I'll share whatever I have with them. It's really good to have another viewpoint for proper evaluation too, so I'd be pretty thankful for it.I'm not bothered by PMs either, so if you want (or need to), message me.
No offense but there's a lot of cringe in this thread. Some of yall need to just get off the internet and reevaluate how you live your lives. Or work on self esteem.
"Reevaluate how you live your life"- Lord Starch
"Work on self-esteem"- Lord Starch
i probably went in a little too hard, but fuck that pissed me off
Quote from: eggsalad on July 28, 2015, 11:21:58 PMI wish I shot myself 4 years ago when I had my thumb on the trigger. Life hasn't gotten better and it's only getting worse. My family guilt trips me into staying alive and I fucking hate them because of it and for making this all happen in the first place.Edgy
I wish I shot myself 4 years ago when I had my thumb on the trigger. Life hasn't gotten better and it's only getting worse. My family guilt trips me into staying alive and I fucking hate them because of it and for making this all happen in the first place.
Some of yall need to just get off the internet and reevaluate how you live your lives. Or work on self esteem.
I do wonder if I have PTSD though to be serious.