I keep putting it off, waiting to see if something changes. But it never does. Nothing good ever happens to me. Nothing. I can’t remember the last time I had a bit of good luck. It’s been years. At least six years of one bad thing after another, piling up on top of me. I can’t take it anymore. What is the point of continuing, when it just gets worse and there is no hope?
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Have you seen a doctor about this? I know how you feel. I’ve been there. It took me years to get the anti-depressant dose right, but eventually I began to see that I hadn’t noticed some of the positives because my mind lived in the shadows. There is hope. I’m not telling you life on planet Earth will ever be perfect, but it can be better. Reach out to a professional. A change in body seritonin reuptake can make a world of difference. I’m living proof, not dead from suicide after over 45 years of suffering.
“not dead from suicide after over 45 years of suffering”
You say that like it’s a good thing.
I did reach out to a professional. $150/hour to tell me to get out of the house, go to the gym, etc. Then looking at me like I’m worthless because I don’t like to be around people.
I don’t think the therapist was looking at you like you were worthless. My therapist told me to get out of the house too. Find something you liked to do. I don’t like to be around people either. When I did go to the gym I went at 2 AM so I didn’t have to be around anyone. It’s a defense mechanism. At least it is for me. I pre-judge people before I even talk to them because I assume either they’re not going to like me, we won’t have a lot in common, or in the end one way or the other I’ll get fucked over. I would try to switch things up. I don’t know what other advise I can give.
Eric,
Sometimes suicide is a good idea… It just depends on the situation.