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Mental Wellness Support Group

Here's my thing about hobbies: rarely are they some sort of moral imperative or judgement on a person, save for ones violating the rights of others and mean fan fiction doesn't count.

Often times I feel regret over dumb decisions in my hobbies as a young man. Fan fiction, RPGs, costuming, films, prop making, I've done much of it and often think to myself,"that was a waste of time."

Ironically, I would now say that living a life of regret is a waste of time. Looking back and bemoaning choices does nothing for you. You can't go back, you won't land the dream girl, dream guy, dream job, dream life by looking backwards. That's an impossibility.

All you can do is learn from it, build off of it and recognize important knowledge gained through it. Often times, the knowledge I'm kicking myself for not knowing I wouldn't have known without some painful experiences.

All you can do is move forward.

I had to learn most of this very recently, through an extremely painful relationship decision. A woman I had loved more than 20 years ago had essentially kicked me to the emotional curb in 2006, with no explanation or reason. For a long time after that, my severely obsessive side kept me locked into a desperate cycle of grief and self-hatred, wanting answers but not knowing how to find them. Years passed, and I thought I'd reached a point where none of that mattered anymore. Then about 2 months ago, we started chatting again online, and for a short time things seemed to be going okay. But it soon became very apparent to me that her emotional walls were still up, and I panicked all over again. I'm not proud of my behavior, but we both wound up saying things we shouldn't have, and at a certain point I cornered her with, "Tell me this flat out - do you still love me or not?" She took it as a personal attack instead, defiantly invoking the memory of my dearly departed mother, and even accused me of being an emotional abuser. That was my breaking point; I'd asked her for a respect-driven "mercy kill" shortly before, and when she refused I decided the only way out was to do it myself. I hated making that choice, because I remembered the tremendously loving and selfless woman she once had been...but being constantly shoved away had drained me completely. At first, I felt horrible about the entire situation, but I then experienced something which truly surprised me in a very good way - the realization I was no longer leaving in fear. That one change has given me so much inner peace, and I am immensely grateful for it. I will always remember her as she was, and I'm able now to have peace without requiring her to be the source of it.
 
Been thinking a lot about what my mental health triggers are, what changes I'd like to effect in my life to take greater control and also to get more from life in general.

Two big things for me that keep coming up are that I'm generally crave structure but, in order to help cope with certain things I allowed myself to loosen up a bit - not necessarily a bad thing - but effectively overcorrected and also that I find myself feeling unheard (not necessarily in terms of people ignoring me when I talk to them but rather not having that outlet to speak the words in the first place).

I can basically track my mental health peaks and troughs through my BBS posting history as at times where I feel low I become more active on here - sometimes with productive and interesting things to say, sometimes chatting some absolute bollocks.

I know we have a number of members here too who struggle to socialise or leave the house - which having had periods where I would not leave the house for a couple of weeks and experiencing the impact over such a short period I can't fathom how it must be for that to be the rule not the exception and my heart goes out to you.

Anyway - what I was wondering was whether there might be interest in starting up a regular (or semi regular to start off with) Zoom/Teams call once a fortnight.

People don't have to use real names, turn their cameras on, or even speak if instead they just want to relax and listen and soak it in.

A concept I had in mind to add a twist to it - and its something I did on a podcast I had many years ago - would be that we start the session as kind of a "in the life of" bringing each other up to date on the previous couple of weeks, general ups and downs, anything that has cropped up where we might want advice etc and then 2nd half of the chat we pick a different "pop culture/general interest" topic each session where maybe someone with a huge passion for it can talk for a bit about how it has been important in their lives (say learning a musical instrument) and we can listen and learn before moving into a discussion format around that but also allowing for tangents and so on.

If we were to go ahead would maybe be worthwhile to agree some ground rules so that it is a safe space:

1) no interrupting someone else - if you have a question or something to add then use the chat box/raise hand function

2) also no hogging the mic time - we are all equally valuable so whilst no one is counting the number of words also remember that we all get a turn

3) you can question someone but you can't judge them - things that start with "well evangelical christians always....." or "the FAR LEFT is taking us to ruin...." doesn't help advance the discourse so keep it neutral as possible

4) that said - racism, ageism, homophobia, ableism, and anything else on those lines is strictly out and you may not get a second chance

5) understand that the lived experience of each of us are different and look for the commonality and understanding rather than focus on the divide

Be cool to get a show of hands - either direct reply or a thumbs up or if you don't want to publicise then a DM and if it seems viable then I'll try and get it sorted.

Disclaimer: I am not a trained therapist, nor do I pretend to be one - just a guy who thinks there is value in people just talking and getting to express themselves.

New rule - 6) no unsolicited advice or medical advice (medicines etc) as we aren't trained and it may put someone at risk
I'd be interested. I really feel like this community has been good for me and I'd love to talk to people "IRL".
Here's my thing about hobbies: rarely are they some sort of moral imperative or judgement on a person, save for ones violating the rights of others and mean fan fiction doesn't count.

Often times I feel regret over dumb decisions in my hobbies as a young man. Fan fiction, RPGs, costuming, films, prop making, I've done much of it and often think to myself,"that was a waste of time."

Ironically, I would now say that living a life of regret is a waste of time. Looking back and bemoaning choices does nothing for you. You can't go back, you won't land the dream girl, dream guy, dream job, dream life by looking backwards. That's an impossibility.

All you can do is learn from it, build off of it and recognize important knowledge gained through it. Often times, the knowledge I'm kicking myself for not knowing I wouldn't have known without some painful experiences.

All you can do is move forward.
I REALLY needed to hear this today. Thank you.
I had to learn most of this very recently, through an extremely painful relationship decision. A woman I had loved more than 20 years ago had essentially kicked me to the emotional curb in 2006, with no explanation or reason. For a long time after that, my severely obsessive side kept me locked into a desperate cycle of grief and self-hatred, wanting answers but not knowing how to find them. Years passed, and I thought I'd reached a point where none of that mattered anymore. Then about 2 months ago, we started chatting again online, and for a short time things seemed to be going okay. But it soon became very apparent to me that her emotional walls were still up, and I panicked all over again. I'm not proud of my behavior, but we both wound up saying things we shouldn't have, and at a certain point I cornered her with, "Tell me this flat out - do you still love me or not?" She took it as a personal attack instead, defiantly invoking the memory of my dearly departed mother, and even accused me of being an emotional abuser. That was my breaking point; I'd asked her for a respect-driven "mercy kill" shortly before, and when she refused I decided the only way out was to do it myself. I hated making that choice, because I remembered the tremendously loving and selfless woman she once had been...but being constantly shoved away had drained me completely. At first, I felt horrible about the entire situation, but I then experienced something which truly surprised me in a very good way - the realization I was no longer leaving in fear. That one change has given me so much inner peace, and I am immensely grateful for it. I will always remember her as she was, and I'm able now to have peace without requiring her to be the source of it.
I've been through something similar and I am really glad you've found peace. It can be really hard to let go. I definitely have trouble with it. :) But you have to put yourself and your sanity first.
 
It's okay to be bored. It's depression and it's taking away your ability to feel things and enjoy things. But it's ok. Sit with the boredom. Do anything - doodle, write the same sentence over and over, take a walk.
 
My mom's back in the hospital with fluid in her lung again. They think it's leftover pneumonia from last time causing it. They're going to put a drain or two in her lung today to get it all out. I'm worried about her, but mostly it's so weird to see this strong, stubborn woman looking so frail and worn out.

Dad mentioned to be we need to actually do some planning so I'm not stuck with a mess when they die. I sent him some articles from AARP. Also, a friend bought her parents a "Next of Kin" file box for organizing all their stuff. I think I'll get one for them. But thinking about my parents dying is really tough. I'm the only one of my friends who still has both parents alive. At least I know I have people who've been through it to help me when my time comes.

It also makes me think about me and my husband. We have no kids, so who gets to deal with our stuff? He has a nephew, but I'm not sure he's responsible enough. I've thought about one of our friends' kids, but that seems unfair to them. Maybe I'll make either my friend Terri or Heather my executor. They're the most competent and detail-oriented.
 
Hugs, @Commander Troi. Prayers for your mom.

I experienced what it was like to care for aging parents (and losing them months apart during the pandemic). They didn't have a lot of assets, and my family dealt with probate over my dad's estate.

Personally, there are two things that I have prepared for myself: an advanced health directive and a living well. Both are quite easy to prepare and can be downloaded from online sources. I just had a couple of friends as witnesses to sign both forms for me.

Edit: The laws may differ from state to state (or country). I also realize everyone's situation will be different; for example, my sisters opt for a living trust.
 
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Thinking about curing my boredom by taking an extra sleeping pill and sleep the boredom away, at least I be unaware of the real world for several hours.
 
Thinking about curing my boredom by taking an extra sleeping pill and sleep the boredom away, at least I be unaware of the real world for several hours.
Would not recommend and I can think of several reasons why:

One, intolerance to sleep medications is a real thing and can also completely screw up your natural sleep/wake cycle. Two, they don't always interact well with other medications. Three, metabolic pathways can impact the liver. Four, it becomes a habit. Whenever life becomes too difficult, too boring, too whatever just go to sleep. Not exactly healthy coping.
 
I've got a job interview in about 40ish minutes and I'm really fighting to keep my anxiety over it under control.
In person or over Teams (or similar)?

Depending on the type of job they have to sell themselves as much as you sell to them.

Remember that taking a breath before answering a question or repeating it back to them (allows them to nudge you back on track if you mishear anything) is a great way to show you are being considerate and thinking thoroughly about your answers.

Try to speak slowly and clearly - don't shout but project as best you can

When asked questions consider:

Situation
Challenge
Action
Now what? (i.e. how do you take what your learned forward)

Best of luck mate
 
I think the job interview went pretty well, but the woman who did the interview said I'd hear back yesterday, and I never did. I always give them a few extra days before I really start to worry when it comes to this kind of stuff though, so I'm not giving up hope yet.
 
I'm not sure what I owe this sudden burst of energy to (maybe my therapist can help me find the context tomorrow), but after my mom's hurtful comments on Friday (she simultaneously called me fat and implied I'm not a real woman for not knowing how to dress properly for my body type), I've been agonizing all weekend over both my wardrobe and my weight that's gotten alarmingly out of control over the past few months. After a disastrous attempt to buy myself a new pair of shorts on Sunday (there weren't any in the store this late into August, and I haven't managed to find a pair of jeans that fit either), I've felt even worse, and despite me going to sleep at midnight (quite early for me), I've been turning restlessly in my bed until morning with my mind endlessly racing about how it feels like my entire life is getting out of control, getting crushed under the weight of all the things I'd need to fix with my therapist as my only help, and I've only ended up getting about four hours of sleep after 6AM or so.

I woke up thinking I'll be useless all day, being prepared to simply report my failure to do anything I have planned for today to my therapist tomorrow, but somehow my restlessness forced me to finally make that phone call to the endocrinologist and request an appointment to start HRT; I've also booked a timeslot at a running shoe store to have them film my feet and find shoes that compensate for my knock-knees. I still need to make an appointment with the ADHD specialist and find a new nail tech after my previous one had to drop me as a client, but somehow I'm not feeling this urge to procrastinate as before.

I should be happy but I'm worried that this energy might actually come from just weaponizing my self-hatred, shame at disappointing my therapist and sheer spite, instead of a genuine desire to turn my life around.
 
I'm not sure what I owe this sudden burst of energy to (maybe my therapist can help me find the context tomorrow), but after my mom's hurtful comments on Friday (she simultaneously called me fat and implied I'm not a real woman for not knowing how to dress properly for my body type), I've been agonizing all weekend over both my wardrobe and my weight that's gotten alarmingly out of control over the past few months. After a disastrous attempt to buy myself a new pair of shorts on Sunday (there weren't any in the store this late into August, and I haven't managed to find a pair of jeans that fit either), I've felt even worse, and despite me going to sleep at midnight (quite early for me), I've been turning restlessly in my bed until morning with my mind endlessly racing about how it feels like my entire life is getting out of control, getting crushed under the weight of all the things I'd need to fix with my therapist as my only help, and I've only ended up getting about four hours of sleep after 6AM or so.

I woke up thinking I'll be useless all day, being prepared to simply report my failure to do anything I have planned for today to my therapist tomorrow, but somehow my restlessness forced me to finally make that phone call to the endocrinologist and request an appointment to start HRT; I've also booked a timeslot at a running shoe store to have them film my feet and find shoes that compensate for my knock-knees. I still need to make an appointment with the ADHD specialist and find a new nail tech after my previous one had to drop me as a client, but somehow I'm not feeling this urge to procrastinate as before.

I should be happy but I'm worried that this energy might actually come from just weaponizing my self-hatred, shame at disappointing my therapist and sheer spite, instead of a genuine desire to turn my life around.
If you've managed to take an unpleasant set of remarks and turn them into positive action as you have done, then I think that's praiseworthy and you should be giving yourself credit for it. Don't do yourself down!
 
If you've managed to take an unpleasant set of remarks and turn them into positive action as you have done, then I think that's praiseworthy and you should be giving yourself credit for it. Don't do yourself down!
Well, one shouldn't count their chickens before they hatch, and I've managed to ruin my day anyway. I've just arrived home from another disastrous attempt at clothes shopping, where I finally received confirmation that my giant potbelly is so prominent I can't even wear empire-waisted dresses without looking pregnant anymore, so I'm currently mulling over the painful decision to socially detransition and go back to wearing men's clothes full-time until I can lose the more than 30 pounds of extra weight I'm carrying on my stomach, which would take me almost a year if I knew how to cook, but I have to complete cooking school first so that I could properly feed myself. By which time that 30 pounds will have become 50. I just have to accept I'll never have a body type remotely feminine enough for ladies' clothes and it's forever oversized t-shirts snug on my beer belly for me.
 
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