Just as I’m sending an e-mail to a guy who wants a partner to catch the bus, and responding to a post here about the same thing, I get a call from my doctor reminding me to call the hospital about going inpatient. Two opposite extremes and I’m not sure which I will do. I feel oddly more calm about ctb than I do about wasting more energy in getting well, which I can’t see happening. Too old, too tired, too done.
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hi! what did you decide to do ? did u call the hospital? i also thought about a ctb buddy…..but…..truthfully, i’m not sure what i want to do yet myself. i’m dealing w/all kinds of medical issues…..too many to write about here…..but, i wouldn’t mind exploring the ctb buddy idea….i’ve not heard of it before…..i thought it would at least be worth talking about….talking about it only…..for now.
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I haven’t heard back from that guy, so maybe he changed his mind. I was really hoping to speak with him to see what he had in mind, as I have few ideas about how to go about it. I haven’t called the hospital either. The only thing more depressing to me about Christmas is being in a pscyh ward during Christmas.
i hear that!!!! (re: psych ward for Christmas)…..however, know that the psych ward is there if you decide to use it….you know if you’ll need it. They may even have a santa claus or some elves on Christmas day…..although, in the psych ward i was in…..one of the patients thought he was Jesus Christ…..maybe if i end up in the ward by Christmas, Jesus might be back…..and that would be pretty ironic…..
are you dylan OR pretty boy :)….?
i borrowed your “too old, too tired, too done” today…….i just wonder what you consider old…..i am 48…..but felt this way since 28….
no pressure…but if you want to talk about some ideas, you can email me and i will give you my number…..i’m in ny ……
sporter999@yahoo.com
i’m dylan AND pretty boy … my split personality i guess, and the name i use for my videos on youtube, although i’ve been just dylan since this major depression started. i can’t get out of it and i don’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. if i did see a light at the end of the tunnel i’m sure it would just be the light of a train coming toward me. i just feel dead inside. i’ll hit you up by e-mail, i thank you for what you’ve said.