Depression

[Nunavut Patrick]

Fuck, I thought Stig had post-partum depression this whole time.

 

Well, there's my bet down the drain.

 

Feel for all of you, I really do.

 

But I have a date lined up with a fit 38 yr old Asian (Chinese, not your SE Asian) plus I met a recently divorced angry binned woman at a patio and its drinks with her on Tuesday.

 

You never know what's around the corner...

 

CT- the guilt will do you in but kids, they now. They know real love. Don't ask me how I know, I just know,

[Nunavut Patrick]

Sorry to hear this CT. This is the place to vent if you need to though. Feel for you mate.Same for you Stig. Might be no harm to ease up on the boozing though. It won't help in the long run.

Boozing is not for the bad times.

 

Really adds to the problem.

 

Maybe he could join the Navy?

 

Just a thought....

 

This divorcee is so mad at her ex...i cannot imagine the revenge sex I might getting.

[lifetime fan]

Fuck, I thought Stig had post-partum depression this whole time.

 

Well, there's my bet down the drain.

 

Feel for all of you, I really do.

 

But I have a date lined up with a fit 38 yr old Asian (Chinese, not your SE Asian) plus I met a recently divorced angry binned woman at a patio and its drinks with her on Tuesday.

 

You never know what's around the corner...

 

CT- the guilt will do you in but kids, they now. They know real love. Don't ask me how I know, I just know,

 

 

 

Was she underneath it?

[Red Phoenix]

Boozing is not for the bad times.

 

Yep.

 

Have just been boozing myself, but it was kind of cool because monday was when I just reached 6 weeks without touching a drop. Have just got to chill from here on out like I have been doing if I can. But yes, drinking will only worsen depression in many cases, because that lack of awareness, often at the hangover point, is bad, even if the drink does give a short good feeling. (the way I see it : each bit of alcohol leaves you short of awareness. It can be good for anxiety at times to relax the mind, but not usually for depression. But maybe it works different for some.)

 

 

As Moof just said, it does get better. Take each day as it comes

 

And completely agreed. I have bias because I meditate in this way, but a lot of my depression has been solved over the years not just by living in each day, but in each moment. Just put your awareness right here in this moment, and a lot of the other shit can simply drop off. It doesn't mean that it's solved. Just that in many cases, your mind is clearer at a future point to deal with it better, maybe because obsession with some issues has been relaxed, allowing you to think more clearly.

 

And of course, I hope any of you with problems are doing ok, I say ok deliberately too, because I often find that at best, some of us can only do ok at times, and even that seems good when things have been badly off.

[Captain Turdseye]

I think it'd be really worthwhile seeing if there's a support group out there mate or a charity. Literally millions of people out there have been through what you're going through and can help you through it.

Yeah, was looking yesterday and there's an MS coffee morning round here once a month. I'll give it a go like but I'd imagine it's just full of people with physical disabilities patting each other on the back which is not where I am at the moment. I'll still go down and have a look.

[lifetime fan]

Just think...you could be Stig.

 

That should cheer you up.

[Ezekiel 25:17]

I'd also add CT, you really don't need to worry about not playing with your daughter when you're feeling low, you're clearly a great father and you only need to be concerned when you're not feeling guilty about it. Kids are resolute , they brush everything off to a certain age.

[stringvest]

There's some great advice on here. People are good, when it comes down to it. You all are. Even the right cunts. Have a great day and be kind and understanding to yourself.

[Captain Turdseye]

Some good stuff in here. Cheers. Even if it is disappointing that you're not all calling Bjornebye a spunk bucket.

 

I've got a routine appointment in a few weeks with my specialist just to check my white blood cell levels and see how I'm reacting to the MS meds. I'm just gonna grin and bare it until then and speak to them at the hospital because the GP's round here have been wide of the mark on everything I've ever asked them. I've got no qualms with them, the GP system is fucked everywhere it seems but I'm fortunate in the sense that I can get hold of MS nurses and Neurologists as and when I need them. I just want some medication that doesn't interfere with my MS meds and the specialists will surely know best.

 

If he tells me to go for a jog I'm reserving the right to butt the cunt, set fire to his wheely bin and shave his kids eyebrows off.

[Lee909]

They thought i had depression in the hospital. Kept going on and on at me. It took ages for them to accept that i just dont talk for the sake of talking. I talk if i have something to say not just to make sound. I go through spells thiugh where i cant concentrate,cant be arsed with anything and even things that i love i cant be arsed with. I just try and fall into my own world of games,fights and films and just move on. Easier said than done i know.

 

Watch the Indiana Jones trilogy always helps

[Section_31]

If it helps I always think you've got to be intelligent to be depressed. There's plenty of simple wankers wandering around happy as Larry.

[Curly]

If it helps I always think you've got to be intelligent to be depressed. There's plenty of simple wankers wandering around happy as Larry.

Ignorance is bliss. Big believer in that shit.

[Section_31]

Ignorance is bliss. Big believer in that shit.

Definitely.

[ZonkoVille77]

If it helps I always think you've got to be intelligent to be depressed. There's plenty of simple wankers wandering around happy as Larry.

I've been saying the same thing for years.

 

And I hate autocorrect!

[stringvest]

If it helps I always think you've got to be intelligent to be depressed. There's plenty of simple wankers wandering around happy as Larry.

 

 

that explains everything 

 

*gets distracted and starts pointing up at aeroplane*

[Red Phoenix]

Fucking commas in my last post.

 

Must remember not to make, long, posts, after, drinking.

[Captain Turdseye]

My bird made me see people sooner and the medical opinions are that I'm not depressed as such, just in a relapse. My balance has been dodgy, more noticeable to her than me apparently, and I was having trouble in one ear earlier in the week but I was in denial that I was relapsing again so soon. Fucked up, right? I'm going back on the five day crash course of steroids today and hopefully that should get me back in the right frame of mind. I'm off work indefinitely and all that's left to worry about is whether or not there's going to be a big physical relapse to follow just like there was last time.

 

So in summary, I can come back in this thread to point and laugh at all you depressed saddo's safe in the knowledge that I'm the lucky one who's only got the MS to deal with.

[Captain Turdseye]

And that Bjornebye is a bad spunk bucket.

[Lee909]

Well at least you know whats wrong now and the best way to deal with it

[Captain Turdseye]

Sent some pure rambling incoherent shite to Champ by PM as well. Why does she always have to stick her nose in?

[Furmedge]

I've been going through some bits myself. I was made redundant in the middle of March and given three days to clear my desk essentially, so I had to sign on for the first time in my life. At the same time me and the wife were concerned about our daughter's development approaching her 2nd birthday and made the God awful decision to take to Google for a diagnosis. As anubis says never take the word of the internet. At that point in my life I was struggling badly wondering what was going to happen to my family. During unemployment I'd farm the kids off to school and the childminder as soon as they opened and the wife went to work. Rather than grab the bull by the horns I'd sit at home in silence, unable to eat, and on two occasions had a beer in the morning for the sake of it. Then I'd just sit in silence for 8 hours, sometimes I'd cry and would put it down to just going through a shit time in my life.

 

Unbeknownst to me, my wife booked a week off work and after she spoke to my family behind my back the decision was made to try and get me out the house because I was cracking up. Even then I'd fucking moan about not being able to sit on my own staring at walls and we'd argue about it, usually in public. I was a right cunt, and I knew it at the time. I'd argue with myself in my head and tell myself that I was a worthless piece of shit.

 

At some point I decided to try and get it together. I applied for jobs and within a fortnight I'd had interviews left, right and centre. I was offered four jobs out of five interviews and decided to take a self employed role with a local company.

 

Imagine this scenario, second day at a company and going through a group training exercise with a psychotherapist. Due to the nature of the job this was a monthly thing, and we had to talk about an event that makes you angry and how you react to it. In my head I made some bullshit up about being let down on jobs, but when I was asked to share it I spoke about personal stuff. I've never been one to be public in my emotions, my wife has never n me cry and I've very, very rarely done it, even when family have passed I've never looked overly upset. But I fucking bawled my eyes out in front of 20 strangers. Second day working with them, and I'm an emotional wreck. I left the room and walked into the toilets, caught sight of my red eyes and howled crying for twenty. I couldn't help myself. After a week I decided I cared more about myself than I did the contract and fucked it off.

 

I started work for my new employer about six weeks ago. I've already taken three days off with excuses and had a couple of days to myself, and one day I took off was to get pissed with my mate. I've not been bothered with alcohol much in the past three months but I just needed that release.

 

My family think I'm ok. They think my confidence is through the roof because I was offered four out of five jobs, and our daughter has been assessed and we've been told she's hitting 90% of her milestones and just needs a little more help. But I cannot wait for them to go to bed so I can just sit and feel sorry for myself like a stupid cunt, and I detest myself for it.

 

I don't think I'm depressed, but I know if I don't do something about it I will be. I suppose I'm using this opportunity to get something down in black and white and revisit it in the future, to score myself against it in my improvement.

[Captain Turdseye]

Behold. It's the fucking GF.

 

What have we become?

 

I hope you feel better soon Furmedge. It is quite therapeutic to type shit on here. Have a read through the Simon thread on the first page of the GF now. It's the most I've laughed in ages.

[Lee909]

[Champ]

I've been going through some bits myself. I was made redundant in the middle of March and given three days to clear my desk essentially, so I had to sign on for the first time in my life. At the same time me and the wife were concerned about our daughter's development approaching her 2nd birthday and made the God awful decision to take to Google for a diagnosis. As anubis says never take the word of the internet. At that point in my life I was struggling badly wondering what was going to happen to my family. During unemployment I'd farm the kids off to school and the childminder as soon as they opened and the wife went to work. Rather than grab the bull by the horns I'd sit at home in silence, unable to eat, and on two occasions had a beer in the morning for the sake of it. Then I'd just sit in silence for 8 hours, sometimes I'd cry and would put it down to just going through a shit time in my life.

 

Unbeknownst to me, my wife booked a week off work and after she spoke to my family behind my back the decision was made to try and get me out the house because I was cracking up. Even then I'd fucking moan about not being able to sit on my own staring at walls and we'd argue about it, usually in public. I was a right cunt, and I knew it at the time. I'd argue with myself in my head and tell myself that I was a worthless piece of shit.

 

At some point I decided to try and get it together. I applied for jobs and within a fortnight I'd had interviews left, right and centre. I was offered four jobs out of five interviews and decided to take a self employed role with a local company.

 

Imagine this scenario, second day at a company and going through a group training exercise with a psychotherapist. Due to the nature of the job this was a monthly thing, and we had to talk about an event that makes you angry and how you react to it. In my head I made some bullshit up about being let down on jobs, but when I was asked to share it I spoke about personal stuff. I've never been one to be public in my emotions, my wife has never n me cry and I've very, very rarely done it, even when family have passed I've never looked overly upset. But I fucking bawled my eyes out in front of 20 strangers. Second day working with them, and I'm an emotional wreck. I left the room and walked into the toilets, caught sight of my red eyes and howled crying for twenty. I couldn't help myself. After a week I decided I cared more about myself than I did the contract and fucked it off.

 

I started work for my new employer about six weeks ago. I've already taken three days off with excuses and had a couple of days to myself, and one day I took off was to get pissed with my mate. I've not been bothered with alcohol much in the past three months but I just needed that release.

 

My family think I'm ok. They think my confidence is through the roof because I was offered four out of five jobs, and our daughter has been assessed and we've been told she's hitting 90% of her milestones and just needs a little more help. But I cannot wait for them to go to bed so I can just sit and feel sorry for myself like a stupid cunt, and I detest myself for it.

 

I don't think I'm depressed, but I know if I don't do something about it I will be. I suppose I'm using this opportunity to get something down in black and white and revisit it in the future, to score myself against it in my improvement.

You've got depression. Are you ready for the PM?

[Nunavut Patrick]

I don't think Cameron is the answer.