I know a lot of people may choose to ignore this, if so, i hope you skip breakfast the next day (kidding). However, im hoping that there is one person, just one, who hears me out. Im not asking for a reply, though feel free to do so if you wish. I think i’ve blabbered enough, so let me get to the point:
Im losing my mind.
Every depression help center i go to, or any article i see, i see in bold:
YOU ARE NOT ALONE, IT WILL GET BETTER. HELP IS EVERYWHERE.
I wish i could believe the nice people down at ‘the guardian’, but frankly i don’t see it getting any better, nor do i see anyone trying to help me. So, i’m going to do what not many people do, i’m going to ask. I just need one person, to reply, or leave a kind message. I honestly want a friend, but i know by now that its too much to ask for, so im just gonna ask for this one small thing. It could be a friendly “hi”, or a quote or a book reccomendation, or something—ANYTHING— that can help me. I’m not gonna beg, but i need this, desperately. So, please, don’t ignore me, god knows too many people do that already. And i know i said in the first paragraph that i didn’t want a reply, well, i dont—not really. I just want an acknowledgement, so maybe if someone does read this, a simple “Read” would help. I don’t know, i’m just looking to be heard.
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Friendly hi! I’m sorry I can’t offer more because my life is in ruins, but rest assured you’ll meet a lot of people here who are sick of hearing ‘YOU ARE NOT ALONE, IT WILL GET BETTER. HELP IS EVERYWHERE’. People who say ridiculous things like that here usually get beaten off with a rake.
Thank you for the friendly hi, i appreciate it more than you know 🙂
Okay
You are lucky to get those: help is everywhere or something like that, people around me didn’t even noticed: that I’m not alright.
So… A friendly hello here… And if I ever get the chance, a good pat on the shoulder in the future.
Hey there. Things are hard. And I can’t tell you that it will get better, I don’t know you as a person enough to tell you that with certainty.
But, that is alright. Life is full of uncertainty. And bad things will happen, and morbid days, are often.
Smile on,
fake as it is.
hard as it is,
even if it is not going to get better, lets make the best out of it,
I am talking to you both by the way 🙂
Book recommendation? What kind of books you into?
Hello. Feel free to contact me. I will happily talk with you, although I probably wont be much help because I am in just as bad a shape. But, if you just want communication, then I can do that. I will be available for at least a couple more days. Contact me anytime.
“YOU ARE NOT ALONE, IT WILL GET BETTER. HELP IS EVERYWHERE.” is bullshit that people who don’t suffer with what we suffer from say to make themselves feel better because they don’t know what to do. They want to give us hope, but hope is bullshit, too. What we need are skills and methods for getting out of this pain without all the fluffy crap that those of us on this site know is just bullshit.
Please look into Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) since it is built to help us. Type it into the search box on YouTube and go to town. Then, figure out if your county hospital system offers it and sign up for whatever financial assistance there is to pay for it. There’s also a really good workbook for it that I can share with you to get you started.
We all need friends. I need friends. There’s nothing shameful about saying that aloud. And… We need friends who understand how it feels to live in the dark shadows we occupy and therefore won’t try to talk to us by quoting inspirational posters. People who can be real with us about the horrible psychological pain we are in and not shy away from it.
I’m not going to bullshit you and quote posters to you, but I will offer friendship and kindness because that’s all I’ve got. I don’t know you, but I feel a very similar pain to what you feel and so in an abstract way, I feel love for you because we are bound by this pain we share. And so, I will say that one part of that crappy poster is true… You are not alone.
It was brave of you to reach out. Keep being brave. We here understand that sometimes getting out of bed in the morning is an act of bravery. Well done, my friend.
If you’re really a uniiiicorn then you must know the muuuffin man. He’s a good friend of mine. Maybe we should grab a coffee some day.
I saw you mentioned depression. There are a couple of things I have been advised to do to ease depression. They don’t cure it but they do help lighten it up. One is to take a bioavailable folate supplement daily. The other is to breath in Bergamot essential oil vapors for a few minutes. These two daily actions have made depression at least bearable and keep it from just stopping me.
Read your post. “It” does not get better, rather it’s a roller coaster, up, up, up ,up, up, down. Your job, my job is to hang on. No magic incantations, spells or potions, no gods or deities waiting in the wings to help out, just days when you’re handed shit, and days when you’re handed less shit.
I hope you feel better.
Technically there are “potions.” We just can’t get our hands on them legally.
hi <3
Hey there. I feel your pain. And if no one told you today, you are beautiful inside and out. Put a smile on your face. Feel some peace knowing we are all on the same page with you and unfortunately all we have right now is this website. (Well for me at least)
Are you also sometimes overwhelmed by all the variety of yoghurts? Every damn time i want a fruity yoghurty treat i am unable to choose because someone thinks we need 600 variations of fruit in our yoghurt and that one special edition made from a goat’s milk that lives in a mountain are somewhere in Chile that only comes to a village every 6 years and is milked by 21.5 year old virgins.
I’m sending you my love even though I am a stranger.
-B
PS let me know if you need to talk.
Hi,
I feel your pain — I mean, I know that feeling of drowning and no one throwing you a rope. Feeling that words aren’t working to express it all. Pain isn’t translating. People don’t seem to have the time to give you five minutes.
Then having the very occassional day where your motor functioning is okay and your mind isn’t so foggy and heavy and your thinking is less rigid again and it doesn’t take all your mental strength and willpower to walk to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee… that kind of thing. And then how you felt before seems unbelievable. Before the fog and feeling like your body weighs 100 tonnes quickly comes on again, often for no reason at all.
If you just want to vent to someone who’s compassionate, please do. I won’t have the answers, of course, but I care for anyone who feels this way and I’d happily be the listener, and see if I can do anything at all. Best wishes. You can contact me at kimonomyhouse@gmail.com
hey 🙂