Depression and what it's really like

It's weird, the food pantries around here only serve people who are "referred" by agencies and churches, others require SNAP. We have a damn miserable safety net in this country.

Falling from the bourgie class has really opened my eyes to how fucking fucked this country is for a lot of people. God damn! I could very well die in this situation and there's nothing to stop me.

So yeah, food banks are clearly an option cut off to me. I'll figure something out.

yeah..i mean..i've been unemployed for 4 months, essentially have no money and bills left n right and don't know how I'll pay next months rent. Not sure what's keeping me going but the human spirit is a weird thing

Don't give up, let that survival instinct bring out a side of you that you may not know you have. It's a sad state of affairs in our country right now, though ... you're not alone seeing this side of things. It's ghastly.

thanks carpet!

as for therapists and their ability to work with a variety of clients...

I have a friend who has been seeing a local therapist, who I gather is semi-retired, that charges a sliding scale for services. After a few sessions, the therapist's background came up. She used to do analysis for the court system, determining competency, building profiles, that kind of thing. She worked in Utah, and one of her cases to profile was Ted Bundy

if someone who has dealt with Ted Bundy can work with a variety of clients, and do well with it, then no, there's no fear you're untreatable or overwhelming therapist. People have shitty lives and complex circumstances, and it's not on you to boil that down. That's their job.

Some of them are pretty goddamn good at it, you just have to stop thinking you're smarter and have a better handle on your life than all therapists. Most therapists go to another therapist to talk through their own feelings about the job and how it affects their lives.

Once I get my feet back on the ground, maybe I'll give it another shot. Seeing what the bottom floor in the US looks like, and how it's greased up to ease the slide into it... it's terrifying! I'm getting my shit together ASAP. I don't want another lifetime of misery after I worked so fucking hard to get out of my original circumstances.

Ross, do the same, man, you got a good heart, the world needs people like you, now more than ever!

Thank you all for listening to my weird, dark shit, and offering some good feedback.

thanks carpet, that's nice of you to say

i appreciate your posts and am glad to see you have some hope

I hope you have hope, too, your life is valuable. It is to me, at least.

:) back atcha

Man, I don't even have the money to get to work next week. My life is a joke. This is the end of the road for me, I guess. I put up a damn good fight, I think, made it way beyond anyone's expectations. So that's good at least.

Blechh, I'll figure out something. I don't know how the hell I'm going to do it, but what choice do I have, eh? Dead or solution.

It's just shocking how easy it is to die easily preventable deaths in this country, and nobody gives a fuck. We've become a nation of ghouls and monsters.

Hopefully history has a positive outcome and the United States will sit alongside Nazi Germany for the level of evil our philosophy and way of life represents. And I'm only saying this because I lost my life to this shit, and it was so easily prevented. So understand it from that angle.

Hey Carpet, so if you can't get to work, what are you going to do? quit, or tell your employer you can't?

No idea. Maybe I'll see if I can go freelance and work from home, maybe renegotiate my salary to a proper level. These guys are pretty scummy, so I don't see an overwhelmingly positive outcome here.

This pinch is only for the next two weeks, so I just have to make it til then. But it's two weeks where I can die or lose my job and become homeless. Life sure is interesting in the US.

It's my fault, though. My fault for being born to the life I was and struggling with it, and then getting illegal shit done to me at my last job, and having to quit before it killed me, with no safety net to catch me.

Man. I'm also a little loopy from not eating for two days straight, so bear with me here.

yeah not sure what else to say, depression hitting hard today. I'm tired of feeling like this

It's cool, I've been living under the shadow of death my whole life, and living in the US isn't much different from that. I'm adapted for it.

I hope I didn't bring you down ... I'll be OK, and you will be, too.

nah you didn't carpet

going to start seeing this nurse/counsellor i've seen in the past, she has a heart of gold and meets me outside of work, which is amazing.

i drink about 4-6 beers a day, going to probably sober up until i'm out of this mess. going to accept the fact that I need help, I don't want to feel like this and my mind often lies to me to keep me in similar scenarios. I would like to get better at repairing the glitches in my mind - the bad programming - the mixed signals.

Go for it. I never had anything like that, so you're lucky.

Sorry for bitching and moaning here, I should probably just get this over with with more honor.

(no, I'm not going to kill myself)

Ross, I'm not here to preach the virtues of sobriety, because I'm still an absolute mess. But, quitting drinking and just not relying on it anymore was definitely a positive change for me.

right on, Austin. Yeah substance abuse compounds depression, and it can be easy to believe it's helping me function/survive. Hopefully seeing this through will just make things a bit easier overall

Think I've touched on this previously in here, but quitting drinking was really easy for me because I didn't like it anymore. Of all the cliches about getting sober, I think the one that was most true for me was that I couldn't stop until I actually wanted to. Even at some points, I knew my drink habit was totally out of control, but I continued to drink because I didn't have the intention of quitting. It wasn't until I was ready to quit that I actually could.

OK, I'm doing better now, and looks like I'll make it a little further.

It's funny ... the only people who've ever really helped me were black people, gay people, Jewish people, Muslims, teachers, and assorted misfit weirdos like myself. Yet people from my own class, race, and general background have been the first to stomp on my hands while I was holding for dear life, or at least enjoyed watching me fall to my death. Wonder what's up with that.

Fun armchair sociology. Anyway, the important thing is all's good ... for now.

Good to hear carpet :)

met this woman who lives in my building and she's super nice, and we had a good laugh walking home. Turns out she's a therapist though, which is almost too perfect

is there such a thing as omnicidal depression? i don't neg on myself like i used to and i think suicide is stupid, selfish, and pointless, but every day that passes, particularly when i'm feeling depressed, human extinction seems like a better idea.

I'm not sure if omnicidal depression ever had that particular label attached to it, but I think it is definitely 'a thing'. Congratulations! You are an phrase-maker of genuine talent, even if one or two people managed to get there independently ahead of you.

Does anyone have any advice on getting through the next day or so? I have my annual review at work tomorrow (I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT). I want to leave this job, but I still have enough self-control not to burn bridges...right now.

sometimes i go through stretches where i feel like that is every day for me. just gotta remember how many times i've felt like that and how i'm still alive somehow.

I apologize for my tomfoolery on here, I think I'm going through some kind of "great awakening" about all the nutso shit I posted on this thread. It's not fun, I'll tell ya that. And it's not funny, either, to the people who think it is. Cripes.

So yeah, I think I need to go "under construction" while I get this shit sorted out...

Annual review process makes me a total nervous wreck and ironically ruins my job performance for at least a month leading up to it

I need some advice. Had a great interview for a good job recently and the employer has asked me to submit 2-3 references. The first reference from the past was solid and he told me the employer sounded interested in me. But my last boss at my former job won't supply me a reference, he won't even respond to my e-mails. I'm trying not to get down because my last job was terrible for my mental health and it's sad that the former job is still causing problems in me returning to work.

Sorry to hear that Ross. I know that feeling; like saying to your previous job, "Haven't you done enough damage to my life?" Like, when you leave that unhealthy environment, that's supposed to be a good thing, right?

I know it sucks, but if you're not getting a response, there's probably a reason for that (albeit a bad, unfair one, most likely). Maybe just cut your losses and be up front with your current potential employer. Just tell them you couldn't get in touch with anybody at that old job.

c_k, no apologies. We all need to vent our vulnerabilities at some point. That's mostly what this topic is good for. It's only time to worry when you don't even see the therapeutic aspects of venting anymore.

As for me, I started back to work a week ago and it sucks. I'm at a different store with different upper management, but the same sort of attitude of "all rules don't apply to management except for when they actually do NOW YOU'RE IN TROUBLE LOL!" is still the same. It's been pretty nerve racking and upsetting, but oh well.

Wish you the best in your new job, Austin.

Good news - was able to use an older reference and I was up front and told the prospective employer that I was unable to reach my former boss (as you suggested).

The reference check is complete. I've been feeling more positive, even though life can be pretty bleak I want to live, gonna fight that ol' bastard depression!

I got the job. It's a good job in a big institution here (don't want to be too specific). Glad the unemployment is over

Congrats man! That's really great. That can be such a big lift.

congrats, ross

Thanks guys! Definitely good to see some way out of this

Way to go Ross!

Excellent news, Ross

Congrats, Ross. It's good to get of a crisis.

I need to find a new job myself, pronto. I'm working with a bunch of predatory, psychopathic creeps. One dude threatened to beat and murder me, in a really terrifying, chilling way, and he lured me into that by being super charming and friendly (yup... that's how it goes). My co-worker who witnessed it is still freaked out by it ... and I was the target of it!

All that stuff I posted above about being raised as a murder victim, that shit is real. I don't know how I'll ever escape from this fate. If I don't find a new job fast, I am done for. Not even murdered, but homeless, because these people are fucked up creeps who I'm pretty sure hired me to fuck with me, because that's pretty much the only life I've ever known.

It sucks. It sucks that this had to be my fate in life ... I was robbed of everything. I haven't had an enjoyable day in my life, and every day has been pure torture filled with life-threatening danger. And there's no end in sight. My fate would've been better if I had died a long time ago.

And there's no help out there, that I can afford, at least. I have no idea how the hell I'm even going to find a new job fast, because I've been freelancing and contracting for about a year and a half, and I left my last job because it was a similar deal, just big corporate vs. small business, so that bridge is burned.

I'm pretty much fucked here. I put up a good fight, but I think I'm done for now. I can just see my family now laughing their asses off at this. And people like my family. There are sick fucks out there who get off on stuff like this.

It's strange to reflect on how utterly devoid of value and worth my life has. That's one of the harder parts of this all, realizing how society really is just totally cool with me just being tortured and murdered.

Definitely gives you a different perspective on life when you face stuff like that. Whatever. I get gutted, I end up eating out of the garbage, I find a new job. It all seems pretty surreal at this point anyway.

What I find laughably tragic is how easy it is to help me out of this life-threatening situation I'm in, considering I'm a motivated and relatively rational and self-aware person. But our social system simply does not provide that help.

Our society (US) is built around greed, selfishness, comfort, and profit. The easy help that could save my life is simply not a feature of this country. What a farce.

If this guy doesn't murder me, I'm probably just going to kill myself anyway, because this really is a dead-end for me. If anyone wonders why I'm so angry about the conditions in America, it's because it's cost me my life, when it was so ridiculously easy to help me. And the only thing that could ever help me was other people.

Eh whatever, my only other option is to become a mean, psychopathic dickhead. I've got to survive in the jungle of this fucked up country 100% alone, and I'll probably always be 100% alone.

Key problem here is people fucking hate my guts for who I am. I'm not saying this to blow my dick all over the place, but when I was 4 years old I took this national aptitude test. After that, I had to see a state psychologist in this metal van on school grounds who did all these tests on me for a few months.

After that everyone made a huge deal out of me and I started skipping grades. That was my first death sentence. And whatever that was, it keeps following me throughout my life, pissing people off, doing "impossible" things from marketing to law and beyond.

Just making it this far in my life is something impossible, I didn't even write about the worst shit I lived through growing up, and Sarahel said what I did write was way out there in her experience. The real bad stuff would make you throw your fucking guts up.

When people find out "what" I am, people want me dead. Because people have stupid, fragile egos and it's all about competition, greed, and domination in our culture. I didn't ask to be this. I just want a normal life like everyone else. I act like an idiot, I'm a target. I act like my real self, I'm a target. Fuck this world.

OK. I'm done with my drunken rants. Carry on...

the rug doctor has logged on

Carpet - you're not done my friend. Fuck Anyone who is trying to mess with you. You're good, neglect the deception voices that tell you you need to compete with others. Fuck Em whole heartedly. You're not an idiot, drop
That shit because it's not serving you. You're a good person. Ignore anything that tells you otherwise

I love you and I will fight for your life my friend

Thanks for the good words, Ross. There are good people out there who have cared about me, thanks for reminding me of that. I've just chosen to surround myself by god awful people, because that's what I grew up with.

Right now, today, immediately, I need to learn how to avoid danger, and get myself out of it, because I'm neck-deep in it currently. I have to somehow make NOW a turning point in my life.

Am changing medication, wish me luck

Upping the dose of my new one today. Good luck to all medsurfers itt