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Doubt it, lovingly. I'm really not the best person, maybe I seem sophisticated in my posts, but I'm really retarded.It's okay to be black. You're not a nigger, that much has been established whenever I read your posts.
Relatable, welcome to the club. Though at the same time, if it helps, people aren't as observant as you think. We're raised in a society that encourages people to ignore any problems as much as possible, that includes the mentally deranged. Talking is still on the table for you.I have completely lost my mind to the point I can't interact with other people because they would see I'm completely insane.
They chuckle at most.Ended up deleting my X account. Deleted my Facebook last month, deleted X this month. Just getting rid of a lot of the major social media accounts I had, 'cause all it's serving to do is pissing me off. Seeing friends fall for bullshit Leftist propaganda just saddens me more than I'm actually getting upset by it. I dunno. I'd rather not see really good friends of mine get all rabid over politics. It sucks, man. Do people actually look at you funny if you have like 0 social media presence at all?
Insane how so? From my POV you only seem insane when you say so 3 times straight in this forum.I have completely lost my mind to the point I can't interact with other people because they would see I'm completely insane.
I feel much the same, just a different diagnosis. It's shocking how few red flags everyone around me caught. "She's shy", no I was anxious and terrified of being criticised on a deeply personal level. "She does well in class but she fails to turn in her homework/do presentations", yeah because I can't get a word out when I'm the center of attention.I fit the criteria for so long and no one caught it. I was labeled as a difficult teenager by family, my peers, and medical professionals and left to rot. Not to be hung up on things that happened when I was younger but it has gotten me stuck in that useless thought spiral of "Maybe things would have been different if x." I don't think I've ever fully mourned the person I was, or the person I could have been. It breaks through sometimes and I shove it back down. Feels like once I open that it won't ever stop, I'll just grieve forever.
In the membrane, ese.Insane how so?
... and ask for nitrous. Plus any pain meds they are willing to give you. Tell them you're scared. Really. It will go a long way. Enough nitrous and you go to your happy place. If you are able to get heavy-duty pain meds and take them for a day or two (no more) it may still ache but you won't care.suck it up
Thanks. I appreciate a response. Made it through some day-end temptation yesterday, my app says I got 7 hrs and 53 minutes of sleep*, only woke once or twice (one time was for awhile but I avoided scrolling my phone, which was a good idea). I woke up at first alarm this morning and actually got up. And I finally did the math on my bad habits...my ballpark sense wasn't far off, but good to face a hard quantification. Suffice it to say, my current road is a better one.Good luck. Remember it takes several weeks for the dopamine to fully equalise. You may well experience an elevated mood the first week or two, and this lulls you into a false sense of confidence; but after that you face the risk of your mood dropping severely, and this is the time you are most likely to cave. Stay vigilant.
You didn't name the habits but they sound quite familiar, and I know how it is. I find with such things, if you hit the point where you said "right enough is enough I'm done", you already have the resolve needed; the problem is remembering that resolve when you have had a few weeks of distance and that insidious "ah go on you can just do it this once" thought creeps in.Thanks. I appreciate a response.
I'll be okay. It happens every few years, for a few days. At least it is no longer all the goddamn time like it used to be.Relatable, welcome to the club. Though at the same time, if it helps, people aren't as observant as you think. We're raised in a society that encourages people to ignore any problems as much as possible, that includes the mentally deranged. Talking is still on the table for you.
Reminds of an old and rather sick dad joke about how I'm healthy because I get all my exercise going to the funerals of my friends.Just sucks, because at the age I am at I should not have lost as many friends as I have. Not sure I have it in me to be the last person from our friend group to be alive, especially given my habit of smoking a pack a day and killing a bottle every few days while all my friends take care of themselves and die young anyways.
I have completely lost my mind to the point I can't interact with other people because they would see I'm completely insane.
You can try to cover up depression in various ways. You can listen to Bach’s compositions for the organ in Our Saviour’s Church. You can arrange a line of good cheer in powder form on a pocket mirror with a razor blade and ingest it with a straw. You can call for help. For instance, by telephone, so that you know who’s listening. That’s the European method. Hoping to work your way out of problems through action. I take the Greenlandic way. It consists of walking into yourself in the dark mood. Putting your defeat under a microscope and dwelling on the sight. When things are really bad – like now – I picture a black tunnel in front of me. I go up to it. I strip off my nice clothes, myunderwear, my hard hat, my Danish passport, and then I walk into the dark. I know that a train is coming. A lead-lined diesel transporting strontium-90. I go to meet it. This I can do because I’m thirty-seven years old. I know that inside the tunnel, underneath the wheels, down between the sleepers, there is a little spot of light.It happens every few years, for a few days.