I hate talking about issues, especially emotional ones, because I'll come off as angsty, emo, edgy, attention-seeking or cringy. Sometimes other words such as arrogant, rude, or ignorant and perhaps rightfully so. Makes me afraid to share my feelings unless I go anon. Even if nobody knows me IRL if they had my actual username. When I'm anon I just say it and then leave in fear of being insulting. How cowardly.
its ok
i post on anon when i feel its too personal, but the times i have posted on my account ive gotten help from a lot of good people
hope you see this and if you ever need to talk im usually free :p
That's an astute observation
You're the sad one here faggy
Also do you need to do something to me to deserve to die?
Go drink some lighter fluid faggot
I've been myself all this time virt , and you still haven't followed my honest advice to straight-up end your life fam. I'm sorry if I was too harsh
if you ever need to talk im usually free :p
whooo
I'm gettin' hippie advice from virt , I should really follo-Oh wait I don't wanna become a faggot
Too bad
Hey maybe if you eat some poison mushrooms you'll find Nirvana try it .
You'll live a happier life or after-life , who'd care anyways lol
Oh my god that first sentence pretty much describes me, excpet I'm much more neutral. I'm just very...quiet. I don't think I have any problems at all. But I get very annoyed when people talk about theirs. It just feels really weird to see people being so...emotional. I don't know how to explain it better.
because those of us who actually have emotional trauma/problems, are being over shadowed by these "edgy" kids who think that depression and anxiety make you cool. I'm in the same boat as you, I have both of those listed things, and I don't dare speak of them, lest someone think I'm only saying I have them because I'm seeking attention.
Not sure. Probably. Would like to go 6 and out, then into ME or Microbiology.
Obviously ME would be a wiser choice seeing as I'll have plenty of experience, but I've wanted to go into biology since I was a kid. Pretty sure I can make either one, seeing as I made it to this point. You?
Well I have my degree, I think I may do my masters in something like forensic engineering or nuclear of course , then I may stay in for career or get out when my contact is up. my fiance already hates that i'm out 3 months at a time, can't imagine how pissed she'd be if I were on a different ship.
so they have more deaths to report, a nuke sent in any direction more or less spells doom for the human race, someone will retaliate, someone will take it to far, and everyone will probably die.
Well the way M.A.D works is that the moment a nuke is launched every country will use its retaliation plan, which basically involves sending their nukes to every country they consider a threat. Thus very few people will survive, but a lot will. Any country without nukes will pretty much be ignored.
the fallout will be something fierce, crop production will drop like crazy, the amount of the earth left over will be ****** (lord only knows how the oceans gonna react too a ******** of massive holes everywhere), anyone trying to survive that is gonna have to think about relocation or rebuilding earth, **** knows how they will do it.
Yeah i wouldn't like to be the guy who had to press the first button, that is stress. I guess its not worth thinking about anyway, not exactly a fun subject.
***** Ive spoken to you before, mentioning that youre this depressed makes it worse, because no one wants to hang out with the downer, ive been there, ive been the downer.
Its a struggle, depression really is, and you cant beat it with your mind, you can manage it, but its an illness that never goes away, but you can get medicated for it, I was on the meds, that **** helps man, I had a seratonin deficiency, which is one of the two chemicals that govern the "Happy/joy" response in your brain, the other is norapanephrine.
so on the real level, Get off your ass, go for a run, talk to your family about your problem, and be straight with it, dont be like " u..um..i...mom..i kinda...have a problem" be like "Look, mother, real talk. I feel depressed, I dont have the energy to do anything, everything just feels...like its nothing, I dont feel happy, and I need help...I really do need help"
Thats the first step, and from there, you can find happiness.
There is no such thing as "those" people, unless youre referring to the ones that know they can fix their **** but would rather revile in the depression, wallow in the self hatred in hopes to get attention, you know, the kind that cuts across the river, not down the stream.
Fair point, and there isnt anything that cant be fixed, unless youre already dead, then youre ****** .
OR it could be the fact that no one wants to hang out with you because they can tell that youre depressed and dont want to feel down themselves.
if its body image, go out and run
If youre a cripple and cant run, get your ass in a push along wheelchair
if youre deaf, **** it, who needs sound
if youre blind, how the **** are you reading this
If youre mute, well, who needs words
one of those is not like the other, the others cant be fixed. What can be fixed is;
anxiety. You feel scared around people? calm down and remember, theyre just as worried
Depression, Get medicated, seratonin and norapanepherine deficiencies are treatable
Piss poor personality, Think about what you do drives people away, and change it
World hunger, We throw away enough perfectly good food to feed the entire planet.
SJWs, We can fix em by killing them all.
(also, you are looking for attention, your first post stated it pretty clearly.)
Seriously bud, you can fix this **** , you just need to get off your ass and deal with it, "seen a doctor" what'd you do? say you feel kinda down and got a vitamin C suppliment?
quadraplegic eh? how do you type? im curious actually.
also, there are ways, they have things to make it so you can game, hell theyre making medical advances that give paraplegic(and possibly soon to be Quadraplegic) people the capability to walk again, as well as chemical treatments that allow the spine to connect to the muscles again.
If you were born that way, looks like its probably the exosuit for you. You get to be a ****** cyborg.
Now you're getting it. You're just another sheltered faggot that always thinks "woe always me" trying to convince everyone they are the biggest victim. Grow the **** up and get a hobby, crybaby.
ive had anxiety for about a year now. its been steadily getting worse, i thought i had depression for a while because the anxiety was so bad i just wanted to end it and it literally drove me insane for a short time, i finally eccepted the fact that i had an issue and went to my doctor, she gave me anti depresants (effexor) and anxiety meds (clonazepam) i took them for about a month in a half, it screw me over so hard, i couldnt perform sexually for my girlfriend. so i stopped taking them, and started smoking weed a lot. It helped so much, and still does, but i live in a state where it isnt legal and isnt easy to get, so a lot of the times i get the anxiety back, i thought it was withdrawel from weed or the combination of the two, but now that my tolerance has gone up even when i smoke weed( ****** weed) i still get anxiety and it drives me insane. this *********** sucks, depression, anxiety all of it, sometimes i just want to end it but...idk i feel like im too scared to do it. i dont want to hurt anyone but i just want the suffering to end. it helps to see posts like this idk why but it just makes me feel...human, like someone out there knows what im going through, and i guess thats why i keep going, knowing that there are people out there like me, fighting the demons that we face every day
You can't leave FJ m8. But in all seriousness, it can get better, you just need to keep on trucking and find something that makes you happy, do something new and find new joy in the world. Yeah I know that sounds very cliche, but I know that either focusing on the things you love, or finding something new to love has helped me through the times.
From one FJ'er to next,
Please don't leave we need the ad revenue.
ill never leave, but....sometimes insanity seems sane to me, maybe some people are born insane and some are born...less insane, ive accepted recetly that insanity can be okay, i would NEVER think of hurting another human being, especially myself, but just accepting insanity feels so....right, i feel at peace. many people see insanity as...hahahaha INSANE, but **** , i feel normal when i let my emotions run wild, maybe insanity makes me happy, i hate people, ive been anti social my whole life, but i would never want to hurt another human being, maybe insanity is my happiness, maybe being crazy isnt "abnormal" but actually what humans are supposed to be, i repeat myself a lot, "Montenegro Insanity is doing the exact same ******* thing over and over again expecting **** to change" well maybe wanting life to change in the way you want, is insane
Maybe you just subdue your emotions so much that actually feeling, feels crazy. But, if you truly feel you're insane, I insist that you seek medical help and get your mind back to a state that doesn't accept insanity as the normality.
why though, why is normality seen as normal, why does insanity without intent to harm others seem insane or out of the norm? Why is insanity so looked down upon. its not like i want to hurt people, but WHY is rampant thought seen as non normal. why must humans be "normal"
Well then it's mania/bipolar disorder, not exactly clinical insanity but still dangerous if untreated.
And why? Cuz insanity DOES lead to the harming of others, you may be able to rangle yourself now, but what happens months or years down the road where you have let yourself go so far as to not at all be in touch with society?
Your doctor is stupid then, as are you. With anti depressants, it doesnt work with "One" magic drug that makes you no longer feel depressed, they also didnt explain jack **** to you.
FIRST of all, Depression is an illness, It never goes away. Thats because its actually your brains incapability to create either seratonin or norapanepherine, the two chemicals in the brain that govern the "Happy/joy" feeling. To balance them out and get them to a level that stabilizes you takes time. and trial and error.
They cant magically look at you and go " Yup, he's lacking norapanepherine" and prescribe you a med that boosts your norapanepherine levels, its trial and error, they try one that boosts your Seratonin first usually (Note, it takes about a month for the meds to kick in) and after that first month, you usually go two more weeks before reporting back to your doc, if there is no change, then they put you on a med that boosts your norapanepherine, and after a month, if you feel better, they give you one more month, to see if the seratonin meds wearing off do anything.
Finally, if nothing changes after that, they keep you on that second med, if you go back down, they put you on a med that does a mix of both.
AAAND then theres the hump. There is a point when youre coming back up to stable levels of seratonin and norapanepherine that you hit that spot where its perfect chaos. When youre so depressed that you want to kill yourself, and you dont, and the depression gets worse, you lose the drive to even kill yourself....You hit that point coming back up as well, or in your case, it probably ****** you up a bit.
It takes time man, it really does, Anxiety is for the most part, a side effect of depression, you can beat anxiety, you cant beat depression.
My girlfriend will have this semi-regular problem where she goes into a depressive mood. My limited, yet present experience leads me to believe that her childhood, centered around the general principle that she was a burden to those around her, has put it in her head that such a core philosophy must be true. With this, her depression presents as her entering this mood where she prefers to be alone, and can't bring herself to believe the kind intentions of those around her, no matter how much she can actively acknowledge them as being present. She's not unemotional. As much as she doesn't feel it, or simply won't admit it, the spite it written on her face and in her actions. She's angry and resentful at anyone who would support this core philosophy which has ingrained itself in her subconscious, and she's taking the idealistic route of pushing those people away. The issue is when her subconscious tries to convince her that even the most sincere of acts of kindness fit this category.
I've been dating her well over a year now, and have known her for the better part of that year, having met her 6 months prior to us dating, and I've just now weened this out of her, from her going into these fits and me asking her questions, and pressuring her not to go so far as to tell me what she's feeling, but that she figure out for herself what she's feeling so she can point at it and blame it on her depression. She's just now opened up the idea that she's attributing her withdrawn thoughts and feelings towards kindness on her depression.
Here's the important part, I've just barely been able to facilitate this, though her anger towards me over her beliefs that I'm trying to control her emotions. I've just barely been able to break through that anger and pessimism to have her understand that Im not trying to say I understand her more than she does, but simply that I know more than what you'd expect from the average person. I've barely done this as someone who's earned a Bachelors degree in Psychology, with honors.
And then I see posts like this pop up, and it makes me happy that people have the capacity for the wisdom, and intelligence to know what this is. And then certain people on this site will post something ignorant, and completely uninsightful, about how "they just need to get over it! I get sad to!" and then wonder why so many "pussies" will call them out on it. Or they'll call psychology an effortless field with no practical applications, with absolutely no idea the sort of detriment, the toxicity they prove on society as a whole.
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I dunno, I am flirting with a really sweet girl, but other than her I prefer to be alone. I just feel drained of energy from being around people, midnight premiers to like movies or games is awesome for a moment but because of the long time with people I get drained majorly.I just feel better alone and able to stay awake away from people.
You know thats great author. Truly it is. I am always happy when I return to my normal spot, But you know what kills it for me? The fact that its only temporary. Eventually I'll be back it my sad spot, moping about like Eeyore with out is meds. I mean its only a matter of time, and sooner or later I'll be there because of my messed up brain gets tires of trying to act ok.
I get up and I return back to emotionlessness so I don't end up feeling that pain. I get up, whip the nightmares off me, and take my meds with a bowl of soggy cereal. Then you go out and try to tell a few jokes and act normal so no one realizes that inside you'd be much happier if you just stopped existing. Then you get home, where you can finally be alone, eat some dinner, wash the day off of you, and stare out a window wondering if anyone would care if you offed yourself tonight. You think about how expensive funerals are, and how your parents would feel like failures, and how you'd have to write this long will to decide what stuff will go and rot in who's attic, and you decide its to much work so you just go to bed. Then you wake up and do the same stupid thing over again tomorrow.
Now I know, I shouldn't think that way. I know its unhealthy and I know it isn't going to get me anywhere to be a sad mofo all day, so I try not to be. I put on a smile, pretend the feelings aren't there and move on. I live, or try to live, a life I'd be proud of. I speak honestly, I afford others the respect they are due, and I try not to draw to much negative attention from those around me. Sure I don't say a whole lot and sure I always turn away from those who are able to break through my walls of emotionlessness, but it works. I just get my work done, act responsible, laugh at a few bad jokes, and pretend to be the side friend of people who don't really know me. That stops from finding myself in that miserable place where everyone has to look at me like some wounded animal and blames themselves for not doing enough or simply just leaves me there to rot because they know I'm in an endless loop of being a sad cunt.
I only hope one day op is right. That when I'm old I don't look back on these days with more hatred then I already have for myself, that is if I make it that far.
Op your words are fantastic and I am extremely happy for you. Life is beautiful, and one need only to find beauty to understand that, and I doubt I have truly found it yet, thus this mad ramble about an existence I hope no man will ever have the misfortune to chronicle.