Mental Health

I made a phone call. I'm proud of myself.

I'm so fucking tired

You've been really active here! That's great. Nice to have people shaking up the place.

Now, to your question: pissed off and dangerously on the edge of blowing, with no apparent reason.

I’m mixed.

I’ve had depression off and on, it cleared up early last week but came back this weekend.

I went to a friend’s and we went for a walk and played Uno with their kids and it made me feel a bit better, but I spent most of the weekend just laying in bed.

I’m stressed about Canada’s election. And the tariff mayhem and how that’s going to affect my job. I tried diversifying my finances, but seeing my assets drop hurts.

My wife is starting a new diet with her gym, so she’s doing all the cooking lately and honestly I’m missing that creative outlet.

I don’t know, just a lot of headwinds right now. I’ve been very lucky, but it’s rough out there.

I'm at the point even my anger and sadness got bored and fucked off and I just don't really feel or think at all.

And that's what's fucking scary to me.

Being desperate and sicker was worse physically and exhausting, but at least I believed in something. Now I just don't fucking care.

Remember when Elmo asked and everyone dumped their collective grief him? Ya, it’s only gotten far worse.

you can't make me, and, doesn't matter anyhow. Reading the news is enough to give you depression, and no amount of sunny disposition is going to make the next four years of existing any less shit. Assuming it ends in four years at all.

I must be high, cuz I read that as "...how high are you right now?"

During Covid, I picked up the guitar again, having given it up decades ago. I didnt expect to play gigs or anything, I just wanted to use the quarantine opportunity to do something positive, and I chose music, over writing a book, learning a language, etc.

Almost five years later, my guitar playing has gotten pretty good, upper intermediate level, and I am good enough to entertain myself, which is all I ever wanted.

What I hadn't expected was how much of an improvement it would make on my mental health. After being energized by my improving skills, I realized that my mood and self-esteem and confidence were significantly elevated. I am proud of my progress, even if nobody else hears it.

I also realized that I think I've been operating under a low-grade depression for a long time, perhaps my entire life. I've never addressed it because I thought that was just what life felt like. Once I had a closer look at how much better I could feel, i realized that I haven't felt "right" for a long time, maybe never. I'm still not sure I know what "right" really feels like.

Now that America has officially gone to Hell, I'm extremely worried about the future (I have a history degree, and am very knowledgeable about politics and history, and know where all of this is leading), but daily, sometimes hourly, doses of music are helping me cope.

Am adhd and autistic, so i never had a lot of friends, but i kind of learned to keep going with it.

Right now, i am very tired, but also hopeful because all my essay writing training is starting to show up.

My dreams, such as writing novels and creating an entire video game about my personal universe, seem to be more and more feasible on reality.

Also, my social training allowed me to meet some very nice persons, not in social standarts, but genuinely for me.

So I am as always lonely, tired and silent, but the world seem always to show more and more colours to me, which is nice.

(also maybe just because i stopped drinking the social media crap and the worldnews junk food, but hey, it’s what gives us the most anxiety for no reason, so why bother)

Not well.

Constantly anxious.

Depressed.

Autistic.

Have gender dysphoria at a time of increased hatred. I don’t consider myself trans because I’m not transitioning. I couldn’t bear that attention.

I’m a broke single parent whose only regular human interaction is a 3 year old. I have no friends. I drove 4 hours across the state for a family function where I felt like an outsider because my family are rural maga people. I just feel I don’t belong anywhere

My job and position in life are nothing like I thought they would be at 37.

I’m increasingly dependent on thc vape and alcohol.

I'm doing alright despite the boss at work being a dick, and being tired all the time

Thanks for asking

Better than usual. Which is not saying much, since I've had suicidal thoughts almost every day despite all the therapy and meds. But I did an hour of work today on a project that was due May 2024 (now trying for the 2025 deadline), which is more than most weeks of the past 9 months. I've been keeping myself from new Linux installs and other major time sinks for all that time, hoping I'd find a miracle cure. But nope, looks like I'll have to fight my inattentiveness and depression the hard way. At least I'm motivated to finish the project so I can get my laptop running the way I want.

Not great. Addictions are running at full speed now. The political climate here in the US is so fucking depressing.

I'm going great outside of one thing. I miss my soulmate. It's been over 2 years. My heart is still empty. I'm dating again but I feel hollow.

I’m gonna be honest and say I’m doing great man. For some weird reason, I always am.
I see from the rest here that I should probably not take that for granted.

Wish everone an epic Sunday!

I just heard people applaud a fucking sunset. I'm circling the drain.

Awesome, thanks. How are you?

Can‘t recover from the death of my cat in october. It totally devastated me.

In the dumpster, six days ago i was involved in a pretty severe work related accident which landed me in the hospital. Crushed right leg plus three broken ribs and a collapsed lung. So my mental health is rough right now.

Discovered my young daughter is self harming so really not great at the moment.

A bit hopeless but trying to keep it together in spite of all the socio-political problems.

I've been working in my mental for a while and i can fele the improvements.

Not great.

Last night my house flooded and I'm still cleaning up water and nasty shit. Everything smells like piss.

It triggered a fight over the fact that I still don't have a full time job despite months of looking, and we are stuck in this place until I find something better than 3rd party labor.

My vehicle is leaking gasoline while running and the shocks are fucked but I can't afford to fix it. My wife's vehicle needs transmission work.

Also... gestures wildly around the US

Depression is a bitch and I don't have insurance to go to a therapist or get my broken tooth fixed.

So yeah. Not great.

Honestly, pretty shitty. Given the political climate of my home (US) is exacerbating the problems I already face between untreated ADHD, depression, and who knows what else, I've just been dissociating the days away.

Awful, depressed, worthless, financially ruined. Currently sitting on my friends couch after sleeping here because my wife and I had the worst fight we ever had over the past 2 days, and I don't we will recover as we both decided it's probably best to just part ways but not sure how to make that work yet due to kids and schedules. This is a fun weekend...