Depression

[s(k)aturation]

I havent checked any of the post dates here but if any of the bouts of depression have coincided with when I stopped posting I wouldn't be at all surprised, and for that, I apologise.

 

Au contraire, Ezekiel, my reinvigorated upbeatery has been Lazarus-like. 

 

Much obliged.

[Section_31]

Has anyone ever found therapy of any kind any use? I've been to a few down the years and always found it shite. 

[Champ]

So, that's Zeke, Bat Chain Puller and RiS making appearances in the space of 36 hours give or take. What's going on?

[Champ]

Has anyone ever found therapy of any kind any use? I've been to a few down the years and always found it shite.

Thats not funny, is it? Sorry, Secsh

[Hades]

Has anyone ever found therapy of any kind any use? I've been to a few down the years and always found it shite. 

 

Only one that's worked for me is Mindfulness Therapy with an experienced practitioner. CBT and Psychoanalysis did nothing for me, if anything they made me hate myself even more. 

[Section_31]

Only one that's worked for me is Mindfulness Therapy with an experienced practitioner. CBT and Psychoanalysis did nothing for me, if anything they made me hate myself even more. 

 

I just found them pointless because I had no underlying issues, I have no problem with any one thing, it's mainly long term stress and the way I think. I think too much, about everything. 

[Hades]

I just found them pointless because I had no underlying issues, I have no problem with any one thing, it's mainly long term stress and the way I think. I think too much, about everything. 

 

Yep, same here. I hate the capitalist world and all the people in it. Everything triggers anxiety or anger.

 

Mindfulness helped me to stop thinking and focus only on subtly altering body sensations or breath. It really is breathtakingly effective. 

[Jairzinho]

Oh to be thick as shit.

[Section_31]

Yep, same here. I hate the capitalist world and all the people in it. Everything triggers anxiety or anger.

 

Mindfulness helped me to stop thinking and focus only on subtly altering body sensations or breath. It really is breathtakingly effective. 

 

Haha, scarily similar to me! I hate pretty much everything and everyone except my wife, mum, good quality disabled toilets and leather jackets. I've longed for years to just fuck off to an island somewhere and have some peace. 

[s(k)aturation]

Oh to be thick as shit.

 

Is the best cure.

[Ezekiel 25:17]

I know a fella who had anxiety and was prescribed The Scorpions 'Wind of Change', but I don't know if it mande any odds.

[s(k)aturation]

I find my psychologist useful, an Italian woman of socialist persuasion.  She is different from me and we get along quite rigorously.

 

I am also slowly finding that the cyclical nature of depression is, perhaps, just part of the deal.  Make the most of ups and even downs.

 

I am also finding as I get older that tolerance, and a generosity of spirit especially, are helping my state of mind.

 

Being an intolerably grumpy cunt, mind you, is something I reserve the right to forever though.  And I have accepted, as are others, that this is part of my lovability too.

[Ezekiel 25:17]

I some times wonder how my bird puts up with me, on occassion i'll catch myself mid rant and think what the fuck am I talking about, why am I arsed.

 

I completely lost my shit the other day becuase a woman had a black and white kitten and was doing a facebook pool whether she should call it Oreo or Narla, one of the women said 'ahhh, Oreo would be brillaint because it's the colour of an Oreo !!!

 

YEAH BECAUSE THAT ABSOLUTELY PLAYED NO PART IN THE ORIGINAL CHOICE DID IT.

 

What do I do ?? just leave these people to it ?? I mean essentially I do, it's my Mrs that picks up the slack now, it's her burdon, for a long , long time.

[Section_31]

I find my psychologist useful, an Italian woman of socialist persuasion.  She is different from me and we get along quite rigorously.

 

I am also slowly finding that the cyclical nature of depression is, perhaps, just part of the deal.  Make the most of ups and even downs.

 

I am also finding as I get older that tolerance, and a generosity of spirit especially, are helping my state of mind.

 

Being an intolerably grumpy cunt, mind you, is something I reserve the right to forever though.  And I have accepted, as are others, that this is part of my lovability too.

 

 

I think part of the problem over here is that if you pay peanuts you get monkeys where psychology is concerned. Most of the ones the NHS and charities throw at you are like rabbits in headlights and just don't get what you're on about. I've paid between £40 and £90 a session (rodney street the latter) and found them no use at all, we always just end up having a catch up.

 

I did see one when I was very bad early on with my anxiety though, when my symptoms were very extremely physical, and she sussed very quickly that talking was a waste of time and just taught me breathing techniques instead. She was very good though, the questions she was asking me made me think she really knew her stuff. She was a 'proper' psychologist though, she taught it at uni, the others tended to be 'therapists'.  

[Section_31]

I some times wonder how my bird puts up with me, on occassion i'll catch myself mid rant and think what the fuck am I talking about, why am I arsed.

 

I completely lost my shit the other day becuase a woman had a black and white kitten and was doing a facebook pool whether she should call it Oreo or Narla, one of the women said 'ahhh, Oreo would be brillaint because it's the colour of an Oreo !!!

 

YEAH BECAUSE THAT ABSOLUTELY PLAYED NO PART IN THE ORIGINAL CHOICE DID IT.

 

What do I do ?? just leave these people to it ?? I mean essentially I do, it's my Mrs that picks up the slack now, it's her burdon, for a long , long time.

 

Yeah this is pretty much me, I fume constantly about stuff, especially things like politics or corporatism, the kind of things which make most people just mildly irked make me want to build skynet. 

[s(k)aturation]

I think part of the problem over here is that if you pay peanuts you get monkeys where psychology is concerned. Most of the ones the NHS and charities throw at you are like rabbits in headlights and just don't get what you're on about. I've paid between £40 and £90 a session (rodney street the latter) and found them no use at all, we always just end up having a catch up.

 

I did see one when I was very bad early on with my anxiety though, when my symptoms were very extremely physical, and she sussed very quickly that talking was a waste of time and just taught me breathing techniques instead. She was very good though, the questions she was asking me made me think she really knew her stuff. She was a 'proper' psychologist though, she taught it at uni, the others tended to be 'therapists'.  

 

Mine is full on qualified.  

You know, even things like Criminology in that long list of letters after her name.

Little wonder, she's often trying to peddle the socialist origins of the mafia to me!

Seems like The Sopranos has a long reach into the real world too.

[s(k)aturation]

Yeah this is pretty much me, I fume constantly about stuff, especially things like politics or corporatism, the kind of things which make most people just mildly irked make me want to build skynet. 

 

Once you realise that both sides of the political fence (and of course this encompasses both corporatism and welfare statism) are at the end of the day all just versions - slightly down or up the scale - of self-serving cunts, you can start laughing at it perhaps, rather than fuming.

 

I just write wry letters to editors full of sarcastic invective directed at left, right and centre alike.  This year I plan to finally start writing my "books", which I think will also be part of my ongoing mental cleansing process.  

 

Laugh, don't fume. You can only change yourself alas, no one else.

[Woo]

Once you realise that both sides of the political fence (and of course this encompasses both corporatism and welfare statism) are at the end of the day all just versions - slightly down or up the scale - of self-serving cunts, you can start laughing at it perhaps, rather than fuming.

 

I just write wry letters to editors full of sarcastic invective directed at left, right and centre alike.  This year I plan to finally start writing my "books", which I think will also be part of my ongoing mental cleansing process.  

 

Laugh, don't fume. You can only change yourself alas, no one else.

 

This is exactly the way I've come to look at things, too. I used to get seriously pissed off by all manner of trivial things when I was younger (I'm not old by any means, but in my early twenties) and it was fucking exhausting - plus I think it plays a part in how you treat others and your general state of mind. The key is to not let yourself become passive, but always keep things in perspective. I often read old posts of mine on here and think "what the fuck were you even on about, you charismatic, talented, humble gobshite?" There are still loads of things I hate, most of them irrational, but the vast majority of things that used to wind me up, especially things you have absolutely no control or interest in, no longer really bother me; the aggression or annoyance has been replaced by ambivalence.

 

I'm pretty sure I've not suffered from depression or even anxiety - just a severe lack of motivation and ambition at times which stems from still, at 26, having no fucking idea what I want to do professionally. If my hearts not in something then it shows in my work and my effort; I'll do the bare minimum I can if I'm in a dead-end, boring job that I don't enjoy or have no prospects in. That's not to say I refuse to work hard (last December I worked 21 night shifts in the 24 days leading up to Christmas) but I'm not one of those people who lets their job dictate their lives. Unless there's something for me to gain I can finish my job and then not worry about it until I'm on my way to my next shift. I dunno how I'm able to compartmentalise it so effectively but it works for me.

 

I do honestly think I have certain asocial tendencies, but I'm totally fine with that. For example, I have a general lack of interest in what others have to say - although it mostly applies to people I don't know - and I'm as happy as I've ever been. I used to read loads of opinion pieces and listen to loads of podcasts but now I'm very selective to who and what I listen to. There are a lot of people on this Earth so it's only natural that there are going to be a lot of people who are sound and a lot of dickheads, it's ultimately your choice which group you choose to spend your time and effort on.

 

Oh, and as a lazy bastard, I can't stress enough how helpful I've found working out regularly to keeping a generally positive outlook. At the very least on a daily basis I'll go on a 5k walk at night, but it's usually a jog (depending on how my shin splints hold up) and a weight workout five times a week. It may not work for everyone, but zoning out for an hour a night with a pair of headphones on is, I suppose, my method of meditation. Nothing gets the heart racing and the will to survive like the impending sense of death from running through Old Swan at midnight.

[VladimirIlyich]

I don't like the comparison either.

 

Bono any better?

I liked U2 early stuff so I think you deserve a pass on that one.

[Nunavut Patrick]

This is exactly the way I've come to look at things, too. I used to get seriously pissed off by all manner of trivial things when I was younger (I'm not old by any means, but in my early twenties) and it was fucking exhausting - plus I think it plays a part in how you treat others and your general state of mind. The key is to not let yourself become passive, but always keep things in perspective. I often read old posts of mine on here and think "what the fuck were you even on about, you charismatic, talented, humble gobshite?" There are still loads of things I hate, most of them irrational, but the vast majority of things that used to wind me up, especially things you have absolutely no control or interest in, no longer really bother me; the aggression or annoyance has been replaced by ambivalence.

 

I'm pretty sure I've not suffered from depression or even anxiety - just a severe lack of motivation and ambition at times which stems from still, at 26, having no fucking idea what I want to do professionally. If my hearts not in something then it shows in my work and my effort; I'll do the bare minimum I can if I'm in a dead-end, boring job that I don't enjoy or have no prospects in. That's not to say I refuse to work hard (last December I worked 21 night shifts in the 24 days leading up to Christmas) but I'm not one of those people who lets their job dictate their lives. Unless there's something for me to gain I can finish my job and then not worry about it until I'm on my way to my next shift. I dunno how I'm able to compartmentalise it so effectively but it works for me.

 

 

I do honestly think I have certain asocial tendencies, but I'm totally fine with that. For example, I have a general lack of interest in what others have to say - although it mostly applies to people I don't know - and I'm as happy as I've ever been. I used to read loads of opinion pieces and listen to loads of podcasts but now I'm very selective to who and what I listen to. There are a lot of people on this Earth so it's only natural that there are going to be a lot of people who are sound and a lot of dickheads, it's ultimately your choice which group you choose to spend your time and effort on.

 

 

Oh, and as a lazy bastard, I can't stress enough how helpful I've found working out regularly to keeping a generally positive outlook. At the very least on a daily basis I'll go on a 5k walk at night, but it's usually a jog (depending on how my shin splints hold up) and a weight workout five times a week. It may not work for everyone, but zoning out for an hour a night with a pair of headphones on is, I suppose, my method of meditation. Nothing gets the heart racing and the will to survive like the impending sense of death from running through Old Swan at midnight.

How many noodle bars do you stop at on this 5k trot mate?

[Woo]

How many noodle bars do you stop at on this 5k trot mate?

 

Just make them in ours in a flask to go, much easier.

[s(k)aturation]

I liked U2 early stuff so I think you deserve a pass on that one.

Happy days.

[Total Longo]

Just stopped it dead. I always liked a drink and was the biggest drinker in my circle of friends, but I'd drink more when experiencing a particularly bad bout of depression. I'd go to the pub at lunchtime and during my half an hour afternoon break and be back in there after work. Things got worse when I wasn't able to work due to long term illness, a situation that spanned a number of years. I'd get to the pub around midday/early afternoon and wouldn't leave until closing time. I'd then chase across town to a pub that was open later or take alcohol home with me. Getting drunk helped me block out a lot of what I had going on in my head but made my anxiety worse. The following day would be murder, and I'd just sit there, browsing shit on the Internet and posting on here until it was time to get ready to go the pub again. Eventually it got to the point where I didn't have the confidence to go to the bar despite knowing all of the staff and would send my wife. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the booze, I think about it most days. I guess I miss the short term escapism.

 

Very candid admission that, mate I've never felt addicted to booze in any way shape or form, mainly because i cant cope with the hangovers, but deffo other things when i was younger.

[Total Longo]

I some times wonder how my bird puts up with me, on occassion i'll catch myself mid rant and think what the fuck am I talking about, why am I arsed.

 

I completely lost my shit the other day becuase a woman had a black and white kitten and was doing a facebook pool whether she should call it Oreo or Narla, one of the women said 'ahhh, Oreo would be brillaint because it's the colour of an Oreo !!!

 

YEAH BECAUSE THAT ABSOLUTELY PLAYED NO PART IN THE ORIGINAL CHOICE DID IT.

 

What do I do ?? just leave these people to it ?? I mean essentially I do, it's my Mrs that picks up the slack now, it's her burdon, for a long , long time.

 

Don't stop the facebook rants, Al.

[Tony Moanero]

Very candid admission that, mate I've never felt addicted to booze in any way shape or form, mainly because i cant cope with the hangovers, but deffo other things when i was younger.

That's the thing, mate, I no longer suffered conventional hangovers when I drank every day. The anxiety attacks, however, were horrible.