Aside from offing oneself.
If we’re forced to live, how do we live life and stop feeling depressed? How do we get better, feel happy about ourselves and our lives?
I’m tired of being sad, miserable and depressed. Been too many years / lifetime of that.
Nothing I’ve ever tried has worked. I don’t want more years of this hell. I don’t want to wind up an old hag, decades later, still dealing and trying to cope with this sh*t.
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It takes too much effort to survive. In order to feel decent, it requires that I run on the treadmill sometimes twice a day. It controls my moods and weight loss makes you feel better. Working out is beyond tiring when you don’t even want to leave the bed.
Let’s face it, the older women get, the harder it is. What guy wants someone with this many issues who is older? They’re still busy drooling over girls who are barely 18 and nowhere near broken. I’m not even in my 40s yet and feel like I’m on my last legs.
So I don’t know. Complaining on a suicide board hasn’t helped.
So…shit just gets worse? Yeap, that’s what it’s been. When I was younger, I at least had hope. The older you get, the less there’s hope.
Hope is a major factor. Once you lose all hope, it’s like you’re dead already. I get hope at times, but It’s fleeting: here one minute, gone the next. I used to have hope in medicine, but that’s pretty much gone after a decade of trying everything under the sun. I self-medicate at times in order to keep pushing along. Pretty sure self-medicating has kept me in the game longer than I should have been.
Sporadic hope. Yes. It comes and goes, like a return to the days years back when “One of these days, I just know things are going to get better.”
Jesus christ. I tried self help books, therapy and therapists, counselors and psychiatrists, religion and meditation, but they’re all like carpenters trying to fix a broken, un-repairable piece of wood.
So, here I sit today, clinging to – what, exactly? My cats, I guess. They’re going to make it all better.
Yeah, right.
I believe we don’t get better. I believe this condition (which I believe is cognitive in nature) is terminal, and will bring me to my knees. There are things I can do to distract myself, but I see no cure. I’m trying to switch to a mindset of letting go, instead of holding out hope of getting better, because letting go just seems like it would be better.
I’m 53, and moving towards being an old man still dealing with this crap, and it’s wearing me down.
I think the only non-lethal way out is a drastic attitude adjustment. So the question is how do you do that? No amount of pep talks and self-help books can change your attitude, but maybe drugs can alter your outlook long enough to inspire a change in your life. Like get high and apply to some good jobs or sign up for some adventurous opportunities, shake up the shitty routine that we’re all stuck in. Then before the drugs wear off you might actually accomplish something impressive. I dunno. Sounds like a good plan but I haven’t found any drug capable of making me feel motivated longer than 1 or 2 hours before a bad crash.
Finding a way to make peace with society and other people. No advice on how one goes about that, but we are innately social creatures, and reconciling our expectations with the expectations of others, and our desires with the desires of others is the only possible solution.
Now, I have to go back to work. My 15 minutes off this week are almost kaput.