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Depression/Suicide (This May Get Very Personal)

The absolute nearest I've become to severe depression was after my oldest son, Ryan, was killed in an auto-accident about 2 years ago.. At first, I was kept busy making and paying for the funeral arrangements, but after I got back from the service, the depression truly hit hard, I withdrew into myself..didn't wish to talk to others..my work suffered, (damn near lost my job) family relationships became hard to deal with.. I saw a physician who simply told me that only time could help me adjust..(My depression wasn't severe enough to warrant chemical treatment) ..I've learned how to cope so far, but every now and again, I do feel the pain of Ryan's loss, The lawsuit isn't helping me to put it to bed either (I'll probably be making a deposition in the near future) but hopefully my coping skills will get better.. But I will always miss my son..and there are the nights I can't sleep, thinking about what I should have done while I still had him..

Brie, I can't say anything that would help you, I can only say that this grief is the hardest thing I've had to go through in my life so far..and I'm still not done with it (and I'll probably never be done).. Time does not heal those wounds..it only allows you to find coping mechanisms that work for you...

Take care of yourself..and don't shut yourself off from those who care..and don't feel bad if you do break down every now and again..it's expected..
 
The absolute nearest I've become to severe depression was after my oldest son, Ryan, was killed in an auto-accident about 2 years ago.. At first, I was kept busy making and paying for the funeral arrangements, but after I got back from the service, the depression truly hit hard, I withdrew into myself..didn't wish to talk to others..my work suffered, (damn near lost my job) family relationships became hard to deal with.. I saw a physician who simply told me that only time could help me adjust..(My depression wasn't severe enough to warrant chemical treatment) ..I've learned how to cope so far, but every now and again, I do feel the pain of Ryan's loss, The lawsuit isn't helping me to put it to bed either (I'll probably be making a deposition in the near future) but hopefully my coping skills will get better.. But I will always miss my son..and there are the nights I can't sleep, thinking about what I should have done while I still had him..

Brie, I can't say anything that would help you, I can only say that this grief is the hardest thing I've had to go through in my life so far..and I'm still not done with it (and I'll probably never be done).. Time does not heal those wounds..it only allows you to find coping mechanisms that work for you...

Take care of yourself..and don't shut yourself off from those who care..and don't feel bad if you do break down every now and again..it's expected..
It has been almost 3 years for me and it is still just as hard as the first day honestly. Loss of a loved one is very difficult to deal with...and that is an understatement.
 
The absolute nearest I've become to severe depression was after my oldest son, Ryan, was killed in an auto-accident about 2 years ago.. At first, I was kept busy making and paying for the funeral arrangements, but after I got back from the service, the depression truly hit hard, I withdrew into myself..didn't wish to talk to others..my work suffered, (damn near lost my job) family relationships became hard to deal with.. I saw a physician who simply told me that only time could help me adjust..(My depression wasn't severe enough to warrant chemical treatment) ..I've learned how to cope so far, but every now and again, I do feel the pain of Ryan's loss, The lawsuit isn't helping me to put it to bed either (I'll probably be making a deposition in the near future) but hopefully my coping skills will get better.. But I will always miss my son..and there are the nights I can't sleep, thinking about what I should have done while I still had him..

Brie, I can't say anything that would help you, I can only say that this grief is the hardest thing I've had to go through in my life so far..and I'm still not done with it (and I'll probably never be done).. Time does not heal those wounds..it only allows you to find coping mechanisms that work for you...

Take care of yourself..and don't shut yourself off from those who care..and don't feel bad if you do break down every now and again..it's expected..
It has been almost 3 years for me and it is still just as hard as the first day honestly. Loss of a loved one is very difficult to deal with...and that is an understatement.

Yes it is. My mom's been gone for 12 years and my grandparents for over 20, and I've never gotten over any of them.

I don't know that I ever will/
 
I know this was kind of a random update but I am just so down today. Reading those letters hit me so hard that I can't sleep right now, so figured I would get on and type away, that always helps to calm me down :)

Sorry you're feeling down :( I have no insight I can give you having never been in your position, but I hope you feel better soon.
 
As long as you're alive, there's a chance things will get better. I'm living proof that you can get out of whatever hole you may find yourself in.
 
As long as you're alive, there's a chance things will get better. I'm living proof that you can get out of whatever hole you may find yourself in.
This. I have had powerfully dark moments in my life, where I was a heartbeat away from doing something to end it all, but that single thread has kept me from actually doing anything, because I know the moment I go through with it, that's it. I'm agnostic, and have no ideas that there is anything beyond the wall but a cessation of existence, and that there's no way of coming back from it if I change my mind, assuming I had one to change.
 
I hope things are going better for you J.
Thanks teacake. Some days are okay, others are awful, and some I'd rather not speak about because I would much rather forget they existed. I hope things are going well with you, also.
 
About a year ago, I lost my job. It's been a tough year. At first I was optimistic about finding work, but weeks turned into months and after a while it became rather hopeless.

After a while, a lot my friends abandoned me, and my social circle evaporated from under me. People I'd known for years, suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. "You're too angry," they'd say. "You're to depressing to be around." Things like that.

I'd be lying if I said there weren't times when I thought, "Just end it. Be done with this ridiculousness." In those moments, there was an odd sense of relief, a curious peacefulness that washed over me. It would be the default thing to think when I was really scared or stressed out about money or bills.

The thing is... as awful as it sounds, that peace felt good. But it was only a momentary peace. Harming myself was no option, and killing myself was certainly not something I ever seriously considered. (I mean, jeez, I do want to see how Game of Thrones wraps up!). But it's easy to think in those moments, those twisted awful moments, that it just takes a tipping of the scales, the wrong combination of events/problems and maybe I won't be that strong.

Life is shitty right now, but I'm ok. What's more, I know I'll be ok. I'm just wandering.
 
About a year ago, I lost my job. It's been a tough year. At first I was optimistic about finding work, but weeks turned into months and after a while it became rather hopeless.

After a while, a lot my friends abandoned me, and my social circle evaporated from under me. People I'd known for years, suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. "You're too angry," they'd say. "You're to depressing to be around." Things like that.

I'd be lying if I said there weren't times when I thought, "Just end it. Be done with this ridiculousness." In those moments, there was an odd sense of relief, a curious peacefulness that washed over me. It would be the default thing to think when I was really scared or stressed out about money or bills.

The thing is... as awful as it sounds, that peace felt good. But it was only a momentary peace. Harming myself was no option, and killing myself was certainly not something I ever seriously considered. (I mean, jeez, I do want to see how Game of Thrones wraps up!). But it's easy to think in those moments, those twisted awful moments, that it just takes a tipping of the scales, the wrong combination of events/problems and maybe I won't be that strong.

Life is shitty right now, but I'm ok. What's more, I know I'll be ok. I'm just wandering.

*hugs* (I hope you don't mind)

I've faced that before, and it's frustrating. My family means well, but "why don't you just smile?" isn't helping. People need to understand that. Forcing someone to smile isn't going to make them happy. It will likely make them even more miserable.
 
When is your cousin coming J?

And yes "why don't you just smile" and other comments like it are utterly useless. At worst they are blaming the person suffering, at best thoughtless. In either case they fail to show real concern for another. That's what people need on a very basic, important level, to have someone show real concern which is frequently lacking in places it should be a given, like family.
 
When is your cousin coming J?

She already has. She visited, asked mom how she was doing, but didn't do much beyond that. Nothing has come of it yet.

And yes "why don't you just smile" and other comments like it are utterly useless. At worst they are blaming the person suffering, at best thoughtless. In either case they fail to show real concern for another. That's what people need on a very basic, important level, to have someone show real concern which is frequently lacking in places it should be a given, like family.

I could count on one hand the number of family members that actually care beyond just saying they do. Unfortunately, they all live far away.
 
I got home went to my bed with a bottle of pills laid down in bed and pored all of the pills into my hand. I looked at them for about an hour before I decided to put them back.

I did something similar when I was twelve. The only thing that prevented me from going through with it, ironically, was that the person most responsible for reducing me to that state wouldn't like it, and I didn't want to hurt them. I was always such a good boy, you see?

Most people, I believe, have experienced the situation in which they are working late on something they feel must be completed, stressing beyond all measure of reason until they finally give in and go to bed, even though they think they've failed by giving in. They just have to accept that they are too tired to go on. When they awaken in the morning, of course, everything seems so much more manageable, the problem so less insurmountable. They are refreshed, and ready to face the problem anew. However, when one knows for a fact that there is no respite when they awaken - that the next day will be the same, and the day after, and the day after that, it becomes easy to wonder if it might not be better to never wake at all. So you reach for the pills.

The fundamental barrier to acquiring aid for those in need, or preventing the situation in which they suffer from emerging elsewhere, is that if your experience is threatening to the tribal security of others, their potential support and sympathy turns to something ugly. You exist to serve their emotional needs, to validate them, and the wider story of your life, and of the world they inhabit, is meaningless. Empathy is a commodity extended only to those who cannot threaten the security of the self. One oohs and awwws over little baby lambs, but not over crocodiles or venomous spiders.

Not so much a story that follows, as a gradually-pieced together comprehension that underlies my story.

I often become disillusioned with the degree to which people supposedly calling for positive change are blind to their own mendacity, wilful ignorance, or contradiction. It's no revelation that in terms of political and social analysis I stand outside the camp, whatever that camp may be (and I stress that while, for example, a Christian, a Muslim and a Jew might believe themselves separated by vast philosophical and cultural distinctions, and engage in all manner of heated arguments and opposition, they are only reasonably distinct within their own perspectives. They can argue over the nature of God all they want, but to one without monotheism they are all simple variants on the same thing, and their claim to be diverse is, shall we say, a relative matter at best). It is no revelation that I am mistrustful or indifferent to the political and moral positions of those around me. I would suggest that people's own preconscious motivations are allowing them to discard sounder branches and boughs of thought in favour of well-worn and politically beneficial tracks that conform to the tribalist pattern. And in doing so, ironically, they often maintain what I would categorize as injustice (or, at least, social realities detrimental to sapient dignity) in opposition to their stated intent; because to challenge the ideological models on which a platform rests would threaten the social structure to which one is indebted - and thus would be detrimental to one's ambitions. The brain knows what it needs to do in order to preserve the societal model the creature is a part of. Millions of years of evolution have made it almost reflexive. This, I maintain, is what many misunderstand when they mock (with very telling zeal; Lady Macbeth comes to mind here) the idea of “conspiracies”. The fact that people are not overtly gathering around a table to plan out their manipulations with knowing grins doesn’t mean they aren’t working the system, comfortably and very much preconsciously.

A person’s true motivation is below the surface, and often invisible, both to that person and to others. One should never take the mask at face value. One should not identify motive on the level of the assumed belief, the stated objective, the spoken plea to morals or principles, for these are not the motivation, and failure to understand a person's motives can lead to your chasing shadows, or becoming disappointed and ultimately in conflict with others when they inevitably act in opposition to their supposed principles. I'm not saying everyone lies all the time, of course. But often, as you examine the catalogue of your interactions with them, there will be discrepancies. Leaving aside the incredibly important fact that such discrepancies might be the result of your own perceptual grid distorting your perspective, and that it is dangerously arrogant to assume that you know a person's real motive when they don't, you must then try to build a consistent model of their motivations. Keeping in mind your own susceptibilities, you can make the attempt to genuinely understand them, and this is the key to ensuring that they cannot disappoint you, and so cannot anger you.

The motivation lies in the instinctual hardwiring. In most people - the vast majority in my experience, and I'm talking 999 out of 1,000, at least - that is a tribal model. Group affiliation and individual status within that group are the twin poles by which choice of behaviour is judged, in any situation wherein basic survival needs are sufficiently met. The importance of the unifying question “where do I fit into the social group?” cannot be overestimated. In the past it would anger and frustrate me when I'd face the contradictions of other people - I won't say "hypocrisy" because that is a loaded word that I don't think should be tossed around, particularly when conscious intent is often, I believe, lacking. But eventually I reasoned that all people, unless truly, honestly insane (and that state is of course very rare), are in fact consistent. If there is contradiction between their statement of identity, intent, principles, etc. and their behaviour, attitude or perspective on an adjacent issue, then it is a mistake to assume that they were being inconsistent. It's not their fault that you failed to look beyond the mask and thus attempt to understand them. If what they say, do, believe, follow, etc., doesn’t match what you have on the card in front of you - then the definition on your card is wrong.

People exist within a political framework, and they share a worldview defined (whether they acknowledge it or not) in terms of certain perceptual grids; structures established by a combination of neurology and the input of others (input that takes hold all the swifter for those inclined to conform to what they observe in, or are fed by, others - as most social animals are). It enables easier navigation, and tracking of status within the social order, because the grid can be shared and all external matters or stimuli can be related to points on that grid, allowing a cohesive response from all community members. Thus, people view the world in terms of these perceptual grids. At initial response to stimuli, this means that things only tend to register in certain ways; they reach the person through the grid and are automatically shaped by it. On the level of decision making - analysis of incoming data, we might say - there is a strong psychological need to maintain and strengthen the grid, as it is the ward against chaos, the means by which one knows that they have status and position within a group structure, and their psychology requires this. Anything that can be interpreted in terms that confirm or sustain that grid, that reinforce the assumptions on which it relies, will be made prominent and worthy of attention, and this will in turn reinforce the supposed validity of the grid. Conversely, anything that might be seen to conflict with the grid, and challenge the assumptions that inform the worldview in question, is either twisted, contextualized or interpreted in a manner that actually reinforces that grid (or at least fits comfortably enough within it), or else it is downplayed, if not discarded entirely. On occasion, it is violently rejected. Once a belief system is in place, then reality can be understood only in terms of that filter, so long as the filter remains in place; indeed, the grid is supposed to in fact be reality. This is how political and social ideology works. The assumptions will always look reasonable, for they are seen to - obviously - match up with reality. If you place a blue film over your eyes, the world appears blue.

Most humans are tribalist. They naturally locate themselves within smallish group structures, their motives being almost paradoxical. On the one hand they seek security through conformity, through knowing they are one with the group, and they modify their behaviour and thinking to match those around them. Paradoxically, they desire individual status and thus jostle for position and recognition. This is the basis of all tribal politics.

Tribalists are dependent on their grids. They tend not to appreciate anything that disagrees with their notion that the world is blue, so to speak. Sometimes they attack it. Often they just discard it as not worth causing conflict over - most people prefer allies to foes (although we must keep in mind that societal aggression - jostling, posturing, signalling - is inherent to the tribalist, and normal to their social interaction). However, if the input openly threatens the integrity of the ideological grid - and thus, on the level of basic motive, the security of the individual in question - that input is treated as illegitimate. As, often, is the one bringing this alternative forward. Tribalists do not mourn the refuse that they discard. If it couldn't incorporate and thereby serve the system in some form, then good riddance to it. Input must reinforce the worldview that serves to provide the desired security, status, and promise of needs met that group membership brings to the social animal (and plenty of opportunities for signalling and posturing, too, which is where their desires and impulses turn when survival is no longer an immediately pressing concern. Classic tribal behaviour - they fight and squabble for status, but comes the outsider and they’re back-to-back). Challenges are only tolerated if they don't challenge at all. Which is why I'd claim that the bulk of any society is conservative and reactionary, and those who proclaim themselves progressive usually are not. Instead they reinforce the system with a few proposed tweaks in place, unwilling to truly threaten the very structure that they manipulate and ride into positions that benefit them. You stir the pot, certainly (political manoeuvring in large part depends on this, as the current order must be shaken up somewhat to allow movement, and the order reforms slightly altered in the aftermath), but you don't break the pot or scoop all the broth into a new pot.

What this reduces to then, is that people often believe they're doing things for one reason - often quite sincerely - when really they're driven by other motives entirely. When certain behaviours or attitudes do not measure up to the stated definition of what one is and does, that is because the stated definition is mere noise, signalling, and a non-tribalist knows that such is not to be taken seriously.

One’s own societal and economic system is dependent on certain ideological positions and received truths being in ascendance, and certain left unquestioned, leading a worldview to privilege certain conceptual paths while leaving others untaken, no matter the benefit or even necessity of doing so. Society must be defined along certain lines that avoid the pitfalls of awareness or dissent that might threaten and challenge the tribal structure - and thus the security of the individuals who are found among it.

Most people affiliate with structured groups - religious, political, ideological. Often they'll even equate the group with their personal identity. It's not "my theistic beliefs are Christian", it's "I'm a Christian". These groups are of many sizes, but politics will always reduce them down to the instinctively "correct" size when not united against a shared outsider (and an alliance is fluid by definition; one does not create peace through unity against a common foe, the tribal system has long incorporated allowance of temporary cooperation without the need to create enduring ties). The result, of course, is layered shells of affiliated identity, with the self right at the middle.

The tribal model and the instinctive urge to "run" it in the brain (or is the brain structured so that this is the only model it can comfortably run?) is, I'd argue, why people generally don't do well in situations where they don't know the people with whom they interact, and when there aren't implicit physical consequences - YouTube comments, etc. People talk about "anonymity" on the internet as a catalyst for aggressive or "anti-social" behaviours, but I think it's simply because they've entered a social arena with strangers; that is, people who they have no affiliation or allegiance with, and thus minimal or non-existent sense of community. As with hens or fighting fish, there exists a societal balance, partially hierarchal. Upset that balance by introducing additional members and there is conflict until a new social order can be established (again, political manoeuvring depends on exactly this as a means of "climbing the ladder", although I dislike that metaphor for its appeal to the idea of a vertical hierarchy, when my critical view of society finds that to be only one of several structures defining access to power and status, and the tendency to prioritise it detracts from a sensible analysis of where the problems more readily lie).

People in the situations I’m discussing here - internet strangers, etc. - have been thrust into a setting absent an inherent community - and to the tribalist instinct there is no community absent political or familial allegiance; community is a limited sphere of those one is in league with, linked by kinship or mutual obligation as defined through (and on) a shared perceptual grid. They must jostle to establish a sense of where they stand, or maybe they're uncomfortable and so given to gaining security through posturing. They are creatures of order plunged into chaos, and they must 'retune' themselves so as to plug back into order, or to have the new reality filter correctly through their grid (or grids, depending on how fused those grids are; there are differing degrees of flexibility in peoples’ worldviews, of course).

The system I would suggest emerges from my instinctive wiring has no inherent sense of political allegiance. It is an egalitarian system - and I have little time for most self-professed “egalitarians”, for a tribalist cannot be egalitarian, their social and sexual instincts will not permit it (even limiting ourselves to the idea of supposed-objective laws that remove distinction, in practice enforcement and interpretation of such will be mired in tribalist necessities, and everything is subject to enduring social dynamics). In my default perception, all people are alone, considered as individuals despite their insistence on group membership. The emotional urge to belonging, to societal acceptance, is of course present in me - indeed, it’s likely unusually strong - but other people are considered more as drops in an undifferentiated ocean than assets of a particular group (which nonetheless has them in its clutches like some soulless monster). The average person, being tribalist, is eternally aware of other people in a sense alien to those like myself. They are locked into a framework of power politics. Who is this person? Where do I know them from? Where do they stand in relation to me? What do we owe each other? Rival, asset, threat? Continually seeking both to conform to what the primates behind and to either side of them are thinking or doing in order to be accepted, and to assert their individual status and so stand out. (This often means attacking the “acceptable targets” - those further to the fringes of the all-important group. Those that are different are treated with vague hostility - in the case of those that are different and *threatening*, it's no longer “vague").

One should not make the mistake of assuming that others will treat you with inherent empathy simply because you treat them in kind. If you are not of the tribe, and you dare to represent a threat to its foundational structure, nothing can save you.

Most people are incredibly conscious of their social status - again, this takes priority over any and all claimed principles, morals, and virtues. For people like me, the fact that another person is sitting at the other end of the table means nothing, inherently. We are the “Omegas”, so to speak. Even if we wanted to, we have no means by which to assert ourselves effectively, no “push” within the political framework as others understand it. We are neutral ground, we give way before the pushing of others, or flow around them like water. We nod, and smile, and apologise, and if you ask us privately we might well have a lot to say on various political and social matters, but we are *careful* and we know better - instinctively - than to assert ourselves. Ask us throughout our childhood or adolescence what is wrong, and we will smile and say "nothing". We deflect all attempts to draw from us an aggressive stance - and "help me!" is an aggressive stance. For we are not psychologically equipped to handle confrontation or any other form of societal aggression, including basic signalling - and we are acutely aware that the outsider who reads as threatening is a target.

Consider rules. Most people bend and stretch the rules for their own gain, while loudly decrying any violation from others. Thus the nature of rules is to chain the competition, and to provide a means by which community aggression can be bought to bear against those who threaten one's security and prosperity, or that of one's in-group. Rules are considered paramount in spite of the individual's own sense that they are rightly an exception, because the absence of a framework of rules and implied communal punishment for their violation is equated with chaos, and one need only look at portrayals like that of the Shadows on Babylon Five to understand what tribalists understand by chaos. It's not what people like myself understand by it, that's for certain. One might say that people like me are the opposite of the norm - beings of chaos who are immersed in order. I was always the most well-behaved child in school, never in trouble, never acting out. Certainly never challenging someone, never contesting their desire to apply themselves. Smile and submit. Would you walk off a cliff if someone told you to? Quite possibly, because while inside I'd think it ludicrous, the alternative is saying "no". Show me a rule and I'd follow it happily and with earnest commitment; unlike most, the understanding was that it applied to *me*, and to all other drops in the ocean simultaneously. The only difficulty I ever caused was my wilful streak, because on those generally rare occasions that I didn't accept a rule system, I'd just go my own way and not follow it. Not rebel or make a fuss, of course, just do my own thing. You can't say no, but if you have opportunity to walk away... Most people are outwardly rebellious but inwardly conformist; people like me, I maintain, are outwardly conformist and inwardly individual. We always work within the rules - unless we don’t like the rules in which case they are meaningless. The tribalist majority bucks the rules at every opportunity, but holds them sacred and inviolable all the same. Compare how the tribalist views acknowledgement or implied validation of a political perspective as shared allegiance, whereas people like me hold no allegiance and are interested in the overall shape of the system and its functionality, and not power within it (which by definition we cannot hold).

From a viewpoint like mine, and assuming lack of comprehension of how others are different, there is no legitimacy to tribal politics because there is no tribe. Error; does not compute. There is no inherent sense of being part of a structured group. There's the emotional sense of connection - which covers pretty much everyone, though obviously it’s more powerful by far with some - and there is the legal and moral framework that is established, negotiated and happily submitted to (except when it isn’t), but there is no sense of inherent allegiance. Indeed, groups are the bad guys, for they warp the community like gravity wells in the fabric of space time. Caught between the rules and tribal self-betterment, the tribalist goes with the latter, seeing rules as a framework to "catch out" others and limit the competition. Rules are for the rival, not for you. The needs of the community, which consists of individuals, will not be met when tribal group identification and affiliation - and the various social structures that are inherent there - occur.

When one is a threat to what tribalists understand by "society", the only responses one receives upon staggering into the camp and saying "help me, please" are neglect, exploitation (by which we might mean "taming", incorporation into that society on uneven terms), or hostile attack. They offer an open hand, an invitation into their house, but the understanding is that you must honour the fact that it is their house. Charity is extended with that hand, the other conceals a knife, and that knife is ready for when the outsider says "yes, this injury came from you, when you broke me because I am not, and never will be, one of you". One of my grandfathers, in his lengthy stint with the military, visited regions where children literally fought over scraps of discarded food. He is incapable of leaving food on his plate. No matter how unhealthy it might be, or how full he is, he cannot waste food once it is there before him, for his experience makes it impossible. From the places I have been and the experiences I have lived, I likewise cannot accept the circumstances under which my wounds might be soothed. As the song says, "well if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost".

If there's a story to my personal history of severe depression and suicidal impulse, it's the slow realization, and acceptance, that I am non-tribalist and others are tribalist, and therefore my assumptions regarding community and social interaction are inapplicable to the wider reality. That it is arrogant to ever assume that what I believe and feel should be so, can be. Which means I should stop regretting the wounds inflicted, and accept that this is the way things are. And I am so very fortunate that, unlike most who suffer as I have (so many in this very thread, to my distress) I can answer the question, "why?".

I also hope that every "drop" here finds as much happiness and contentment as possible.

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PS: Illustration helps. The tribal model of identification compared to what I'd label as my model. The green is the community, the yellow a tentative alliance, the dots individual people, the lines linking the dots allegiance and identification.

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So recently I can't find anything enjoyable. I've not touched any of my hobbies in ages, I just had a go at one and find I just can't do it anymore. It's not fun. My mum's gone away for 2 weeks leaving me on my own and I feel like the whole structure of my life has totally collapsed. I don't know what to do with myself as nothing is fun. I can't even get myself to do normal things like make food. I sat here today for over 4 hours before I got up to get breakfast, even though my stomach was rumbling pretty bad. Ugh. :(
 
*hugs* maybe try putting something on in the background for noise at least and relax, it's probably stress from your routine being interrupted.

I haven't been sleeping well at all lately and it's messing with my concentration and appetite etc, I can barely keep track of things at the moment, so I'm over eating or not eating at all, not getting much done.
 
I recently had a slide back into depression because of my situation & family. Unless I just totally walk away and become homeless it doesn't seem like things will change. When I was working my parents needed my help because my father had to fully retire and what he gets isn't enough, apparently. My parents keep giving my older brother money and he is working and doesn't live with them nor does he help them when they need it. Ugh. I talked to my therapist about this and she said none of it makes sense and it doesn't. My parents can take care of themselves, my brother needs to grow up, heck I need to grow up and just walk away. My sister is married and does fine and has distanced herself from the rest of the family and I don't blame her. Another thing is my parents are not supportive and my brother is a bully, they think he is the best thing ever and no matter what I have done to help them that I am horrible. I wish I could just leave. :(
 
I recently had a slide back into depression because of my situation & family. Unless I just totally walk away and become homeless it doesn't seem like things will change. When I was working my parents needed my help because my father had to fully retire and what he gets isn't enough, apparently. My parents keep giving my older brother money and he is working and doesn't live with them nor does he help them when they need it. Ugh. I talked to my therapist about this and she said none of it makes sense and it doesn't. My parents can take care of themselves, my brother needs to grow up, heck I need to grow up and just walk away. My sister is married and does fine and has distanced herself from the rest of the family and I don't blame her. Another thing is my parents are not supportive and my brother is a bully, they think he is the best thing ever and no matter what I have done to help them that I am horrible. I wish I could just leave. :(

I wish I could do more for you than just give you a virtual hug. *hugs*
 
I want to commend all of you guys who have shared your stories so far. You all are very courageous to offer that olive branch to others. So I want you guys to know just a little bit about myself.
I have honestly been taking a big break from TBBS because of internet bullies. Yes it was on here but not this forum fortunately. I won't go into the name of the fourm because that is personal and I don't want to put those people on the spot, you know what I mean? Anyway I have taken a much needed break and am back for a bit.
I guess you guys can say I am depressed as well because a tragic event happened to me and my family. In late April, I sadly lost my mother. She apparently had gotten very ill a few months prior and was diagnosed with lung cancer. But when she passed away, she basically died of another heart attack which threw terrible blood clots all over her body. She was having severe pain due to the cancer and was not going to subject her body to any chemo treatments or radiation treatments. So on the day of April 26th she decided she was ready for the Lord to take her soul. And, so he did. Right now I am stronger than I appear to be because I cried enough tears at the hospital with her. She would be proud to know that we both abided by her wishes-she wanted to be cremated. So with my Aunt's help, we cremated her and buried her ashes underneath a plaque at a peaceful cemetery. I've personally gone from anger, to sadness, to just downright depression sometimes to the point where it's difficult even getting out of bed. But I try to get up everyday with a purpose in life. And when I have days off, I try not to sleep in. I get up, get ready, and go out and do something just for a little while. I know Mom wouldn't want me sulking in the house all day. She'd want me to have fun and enjoy life. And I think I'm doing good. I'm deeply afraid that I'm going to die a terribly bitter and old lady if I don't get out there and make some friends and meet someone who I can share my life with! You see, I'm a lot like TayLaLaLa in a way. I have also been living at home most of my life and I am financially unable to afford an apartment of my own. In a way, I feel I'm being suffocated by life at the moment and feel I can't get out and do the things that I want to do without being dragged into forty different other locations. I know that sounds a little confusing but, welcome to my neck of the woods!
Let me go way back in time before I get back to the present if I may and sorry if I'm time travelling too much or going off on a tangent. The reason I feel like I'm scared of dying a bitter old lady is because its very difficult for me to make any friends. You see, when I was in middle school, I was bullied by a girl who I thought was a good friend. She threatened me, stole my personal property, and pushed me up against the lockers repeatedly. At the time, I was very meek and had no backbone at all so I didn't do anything about her. And for the first time in my life, I lied to my mother to cover up for the girl and I've never lied to ANYONE! Well, Mom saw through me like a transparent aluminum and if it hadn't been for her aggressiveness and her tenacity, I would have let that bully walk all over me until it was too late. Suffice to say back then they could paddle students and they paddled her ass until it hurt! But since then, I've backed away from people because of it. In a way, I do it as a coping mechanism because it's very difficult for me to express my emotions. I guess in a way I'm like a Vulcan. I know what you guys are going to say and that's: you can't let one mishap decide your fate and destiny in life. And I'm trying as hard as I can to overcome that obstacle but it's a big struggle everyday for me.
So back to the present, I'm really missing Mom's guidance. But I did promise her one thing before she died and I think that's the reason why when Dad went back to see her one last time she had a smile on her face that was peaceful and serene. I promised Mom that hopefully within one to two years, I'll get my life together, move out of this godforsaken house and into a nice apartment away from Dad. I mean I love Dad don't get me wrong! But I'm now 34 years old and what do I have to show for it? Cleaning house? That doesn't get you anywhere. I also feel as though I've been dragged to help him with deliveries and everything else without even asking me what I wanted or what my feelings are in any of the matters. I guess maybe I'm not resenting him for it, I don't know? But I do know this-I WILL fulfill the promise I made to Mom before she died. Even though she was on her deathbed not speaking, I know she heard me and understood me. And I could hear her telling me that she was proud of me for saying that. I would have felt somehow incomplete if I hadn't spoken of it to her before she died. And something else that's for me quite positive-ever since Moms death, all of my friends(that I do have now) have gathered around and offered their continual support and for that I'm truly grateful. And I think I've made a few new friends in the process through my best friend who lived next door to me for several years before running off to Florida.
So that's my story. I'm glad I'm able to share it with you all in some form. I have never been to a shrink and don't really know or want to share my story with some stranger who has never met me or who really understands me. In the beginning, my Aunt thought Dad and I should have gone to counselling. But I don't think that would have helped matters at the time. Maybe sometime or someday I'll go to a shrink and have them analyze me. But until then, I'm just going to try and enjoy my life whatever road I must travel. And if I should fall, I'll pick myself up and start over again.
 
My condolences on the loss of your mother, freak, and I hope your life gets better going forward. *hugs*


I'm starting to have troubling dreams as of late. Worse, I've been having thoughts about not belonging in this world, that I was born too soon, or too late, or just to the wrong people, in the wrong part of the world, I don't know, but I feel out of place. I feel like I'm outside humanity, all alone. Sometimes, before I go to sleep, a part of me wishes I don't wake up.

I explained to my family that things are getting worse, that we have to do something soon so that I can get started on my life. Of course, as usual, I think I waited too long before trying to address my own issues, as things feel like they're snowballing out of my control. My anger is stronger, my despair more desolate, my hatred grows deeper and glows hotter. I used to love everyone, but now there is a handful of people that I actually hate. Me, actually hating some people!

I just want to cry all of the time. I want to lay down and just stop moving, or when I do want to move, it's solely to curl into a ball. I hate that I don't have the luxury of even grieving to myself, I have too many responsibilities. Sometimes, I even say out loud "don't worry, eventually I'll die and that will solve all of my problems." I don't speak out loud about those things, so the pressure is actually making me more vocal, which is a really bad sign.

Do you know how bad it sucks to want to stay away, but being needed to the point where you can't have any actual personal time at all? It has been this way for years and years, and my body can't take much more. I shake all of the time now, my skin gets pinpricks, shocks, all of the time now. My brain feels hot, and my chest feels like it has a 20 ton weight on top of it. Again, for years and years I've dealt with this, but I'm reaching the edge of something, and I know there's no way to slow it down or stop it. It's not like my family is in any danger, but I know that my own health is in jeopardy, or at least it feels that way.

What I'm thinking is that I have a massive nervous breakdown on the way. I've had minor ones in the past. If only the people who tell me "you're so strong for doing this for so long!" knew what goes on in my head and in my heart. I'm not strong. I'm just stubborn as fuck, but when something goes wrong, it doesn't do it a little at a time, it happens all at once, like a bridge collapsing: one minute it's there, holding up hundreds of cars, the next it has dissolved into rubble and is cascading into the canyon below.

I wrote something on Facebook today, about potential, and how we need to stop equating potential with success, because it does so much damage when we do. Potential can lead to success, but it can also lead to utter destruction. Potential can lead to one launching off the platform and soaring into the heavens. In my case, my potential fired liked it was supposed to, but the rocket was still being held down on the platform because the guiding arms wouldn't let go, and so there's an explosion coming as the platform melts away and the rocket begins to dissolve.

That's why I've been fighting so hard for equal rights. I mean, I have fought hard for a very long time, but I've upped that as of late, because even though I will never get to participate in the same wondrous experiences of young love, to experience the world as a young adult and make something of my life, I want them to have that chance. I have missed out on the best years of my life, and I will probably be poor, and lonely, for whatever meager life I have left, but if I can make it possible for others, at least I have done some good.
 
I'm starting to have troubling dreams as of late. Worse, I've been having thoughts about not belonging in this world, that I was born too soon, or too late, or just to the wrong people, in the wrong part of the world, I don't know, but I feel out of place. I feel like I'm outside humanity, all alone. Sometimes, before I go to sleep, a part of me wishes I don't wake up.

I've been through this quite a few times, well when I saw "few" I mean every few weeks the last ten years. I wish I had a coping mechanism to give you or advice I could consider useful but I've mostly had to weather them until they end.

But you're one of the nicest people I know and kindest, I just don't have the mentality or energy to keep doing that and I envy the fact that you can.

Right now I just don't know whats going on with me. I haven't slept properly in several weeks and it's gotten to the point of random anxiety attacks and even now fainting/blacking out a few days ago, comfort eating and slight memory loss.

I don't know why, things are pretty much alright at the moment, more than they have been in a while, but apparently my brain hasn't got the message and somethings going wrong up there again, so yay for random phantom stress issues.

I'm planning more time to distract myself with hobbies, maybe you could try something similar, just find something to spend time on and not think too much about it.
 
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