Depression and what it's really like

otm.

barely drink tho, but also good advice

that bit was for me :D

Good luck ahoy hoy - there's nothing like the urgency and pain of having to look for work to send me into a blind panic, so i empathise. Finding ways to keep positive and motivated is probably your best bet. By all means go for a run etc, but it's best to plan activities like that around your day - drawing up a plan for the week and sticking to it so that you're not tempted to procrastinate.

^^this is advice for me too.

Tip: don't get a job in IT support.

^^^ this is advice for me too.

I think I would find a job in IT support hilar on account of how little I know abt computers.

"But I also need a fucking London based job so I can stop fucking living with my dad and working at Tesco part time"

what kinda job do you want? there are lots of london ilxors on here...

p much anything at this point. mostly been applying for stuff where my english degree *should* mean something (so, publishing, copywrite etc.) but atm i am thinking of just going up once a week to hand out cvs in bars in a different part of town once a week.

Did anyone else hear this? Reported on NPR the other day was the news of recent scientific research into the effects of ketamine on depression—results look promising that it could provide immediate relief with lasting effects. Here's the link.

Only time I ever took ketamine I just had a three headache. But maybe another go!

the patent on the overpriced medication i've been taking for 5 years expires in march. i'm so fucking relieved. i'm on a new deductible cycle for my insurance and i can't afford to buy the full amount of this month's prescription without the coverage applied to it.

mitt romney never has to think about this stuff.

a lot of the generic versions of SSRIs are less successful, so be careful gb. (ymmv).

a hoy hoy, bless you. If you want a job that will actually last and pay the bills, don't get a cold calling job. Voice of depressio experience here.

tbh i'm surprised that drug patent extension hasn't become a thing for the mitts of the world

if disney can keep our grubby hands off mickey . . .

(xp) i don't even care at this point. i just want lexapro to foad already.

Ha, i wasnt caring abt paying bills. In fact I was half hoping for it to last out till just like a week into moving, in which i'd live on benefits and continue looking for a job but away from herre. Smartest thing most of my friends did was move somewhere quick out of uni, get their rent covered on benefits for 3 months and then get a job where they wanted to be. I thought I was smart coming home and paying off my overdrafts!

gb, did you try Celexa (citalopram) before Lexapro? It's almost the same stuff, Celexa has generics. But if it'll be moot in a few months maybe not worth the hassle of trying to switch to save the $. Or £ or whatever.

I doubt I am in the d-zone, but I cld be "happier." Feeling of drowning. Feeling as though I have no "me time" (god I hate that term). But I guess that's life now: full time job, caring for sick/dying grandparents, two kids, household,... *just snap out of it* lol

I can't tell if I'm feeling better because of my new prescription or because it's goddamn 75º out here on Feb. 1.

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Is it coincidence they all look so much like dead-eyed Tom Batiuk characters?

probably?

but maybe not

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fuck you kālidāsa

mookie OTM

this day is a dessicate moth crawling with baby spiders

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kalidasa otm imo

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I have come to regard all human attempts at connecting as basically disguised desperation.

Oh, and I bookmarked this thread. Translation: I'm getting honest with myself.

Oh man this one is SO me

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Can I just say: after spending the better part of a year in the blackest pit of existential dread and awfulness I've ever experienced and foreseeing no chance of ever feeling good or normal or hopeful again...I feel relatively good and normal and hopeful again. Maybe not all the way out of the woods quite yet, but definitely close enough that I can see more than woods ahead of me. It feels like foolishness in the midst of deep despair to tell yourself that you might actually feel better someday, but it's a belief that's worth clinging to and working your way towards, however slowly. Because it is an attainable goal, and it's kind of awe-inspiring when you get to the other side and fully recognize what you went through to get there.

I have come to regard all human attempts at connecting as basically disguised desperation.

I can't otm this, but I wouldn't object to putting it a little more softly. Maybe that attempts to connect are a comfort and a bulwark against memories of dark times and anticipation of future ones. Connection meets needs people have, that if they go unmet might make life darker and sadder, but it doesn't have to be desperation, and it doesn't even have to be disguised.

fuck you, happy guy

(j/k thanks for hope)

xp

thoughtcat otm

and yeah, i'm okay with human attempts at connecting whatever they may be. even if it's desperation that drives us, that's okay, cuz the alternative to connecting warrants desperation.

I can't say that this is a thing that will necessarily work for everyone, but the rope that was ultimately successful in helping me pull myself out of the morass was asking myself, "Do I want my life to be a testament to despair? Do I want to add to the sum of misery in the world? Or do I ultimately want to have some sort of positive net effect on the worl and those around me, if only by trying to embrace life rather than resigning myself to slow death?" It may sound facile on the face of it, but it's a thing I've clung to tenaciously and returned to daily to remind myself, even when things start to feel a little sink-ier than I'd like, why I want to continue working towards making a better and healthier and happier life for myself.

yeah, that's good advice. my problem is that the raven keeps on saying "nevermore" no matter what, so affirmations are like pissing in the ocean. nullity is v hard to argue with.

yob have a fine album called the great cessation. yob otm.

i v. much appreciate your empathy and suggestions (honestly!) but

It may sound facile on the face of it

yes

Wow, Deric, some of the entries in that series hit really close to home. Good find.

This one, in particular, cuts right to the point:

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It may sound facile on the face of it

deep down, i'm pretty superficial

This one, in particular, cuts right to the point:

heh. pretty cheerful, actually. i see my friends as obvious members of a club that would have me as a member. it does not reflect at all well on them.

^ okay, that's only at my worst...

Beats thinking out there somewhere are your "real" friends, only they won't have you as a member.

desire for connection isn't (necessarily) desperate, it's some sort of biological hunger.

I think what I'm saying is that lately I either don't crave or have trained myself not to crave connection (especially not the biological kind).

i'm guessing this has not made you happy

Just socially anorexic.

Well, for the sake of context: up until a couple of months ago, I had given up entirely. I'd hit the wall a while before wherein I acknowledged that absolutely nothing meant anything, and that every human action not strictly related to survival was essentially a means of distracting ourselves from our impending mortality. I was reeling from a number of deaths and the subsequent loss of my home, my long-term relationship, and my job. I'd come around to the idea that there was a definite design for the universe, and that the only role humankind played in that order was fertilizer. I believed the Final Destination series of films offered a valuable lesson in just laying the fuck down when the universe had made clear it was finished with your ass. And so on and so on and so on. At some point, though, I started to acknowledge that these viewpoints, if expressed, might have a negative impact on people who were more hopeful and trying to live as strife-free a life as possible. And also that, even if they weren't expressed, this psychic poison would find ways of leaking out and affecting others. I didn't want anyone else to feel the way I felt. So I really started thinking in terms of my life as a legacy of despair. I was done, ready to just lie down and ride out the rest of whatever lay before me with as little resistance and, hopefully, as little engagement as possible, but my mindset started slowly changing the more I tried to view my situation from an outside perspective and the effect it would ultimately have on the people who I knew cared about me.

I don't know how well I'm articulating all of this because this is the first time I've put these thoughts together outside of my own head. Put simply, though, the more I thought about the possibility of living my life in terms of trying to bring at least a little baseline good into the world, the better I started feeling. I guess it might've been helpful to point out that I had legitimately given up all hope, full stop, as little as a couple of months ago. You can make a startling amount of progress towards making life feel worth living in a startlingly short amount of time.

that's an interesting description of a journey, dwh. i can relate, cuz i've been in and out of the depths myself, and though the cognitive scenery was different in my case (not as other-directed, for one thing), the basic map is similar. small steps leading to bigger steps leading to gradual transformation.

the reason that real depression and despair are so unreachable from the semi-positive point where you're at (and i'm afraid they are) is that darkness and light don't speak the same language. i often feel as though a creature lives in me, an evil thing that exists only to negate and in doing so to destroy me. when i'm falling, the creature's will overwhelms my own, so that it doesn't matter what my goals might be, or how i might feel about things. i say "i want to change", and i really do, but a deep down voice says "you will not", and that's that. there is nothing that cannot be made nothing, no loss or failure that can't be ignored on the way out.