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Tomorrow is my last therapy appointment with this therapist, so there won’t be time to process this, and I need to.

Last night I had a dream that I was working as a teacher’s assistant in my old elementary school. I’m no Freudian, but it’s where the dream went next that really made it stick. I was trying to find my way back to my car, and I ended up in the middle school I went to, a separate entire building, and they were renovating it. Some sort of school official came by by they wouldn’t help me get out, we ended up walking around bits […]

It could be called something different, for example if we wanted to talk about it neurobiolocially, it’s anhedonia, the inability to feel.

Point is though, this is becoming my default. It isn’t that I want to talk about it, it’s that if I don’t it’ll fester into poison which will slowly kill me. As in yes, where I am is unpleasant, but it could get worse.

I think it comes back to the finiteness of reward, and the specificity of my tastes. I don’t get pleasure from the majority of movies, same is true of games. Finding one that hits that motivation core is a wonderful experience, […]

This time of year, there’s a lot of feelings around. Personally, I dislike feelings, especially when it is me feeling them.

All the same, I can’t help but look around and think things are pretty nice. We just got back from the store and bought enough food to make it through the incoming cold snap. All food that sounds good to me, which is a challenge these days.

So I’m basically holed up in my little house, most of the time in my little office. I have a space heater, so it is current 77 degrees in my office, just lovely. My favorite dog is sitting on […]

I take a sick kind of glee tracking down those with poor suicide education and educating them. Human curiosity is insufferable, so I see many of the new initiates post; “When you are depressed, is that like being really really sad?”

and it’s stupid. Yeah, depression is kind of an enduring sadness. But that’s so obvious, we’ve talked about it ad nauseum.

On the other hand, maybe it’s insightful. I feel like the main character in the Russian folktale the boy who left home to learn about the shivers.

In the story the hero is introduced as someone who asks constant questions, which gets on his family’s nerves […]

For me the big one is politics, that is things I do that actively undermine my sanity. The problem is that my former career, which I get tempted to resume from time to time, depends HEAVILY on political machinations. Just because I can’t do it right now… doesn’t mean I stopped caring.

But then sometimes I engage…. like I just made the mistake of doing…. and I pour myself out. Afterwards I’m shaking really bad, feeling a strong desire to dissociate

I want to get better, but I don’t know how to do that if it means I need to stop caring. As it is, I made […]

Right now I have no relevant news about any of my attempts to have a career again. It might be something, it might not, and there are no indicators right now to make me feel one way or the other. I feel like I’m perpetually holding my breath, and all I want to do is breathe all the way out and in, relax my lungs.

Now for the bad news; my therapist is moving on. I thought about saying retire, and that’s not right, and neither are fired or quitting. He’s got a new baby at home, and he’s taking some time to look after it.

There’s […]

I hesitate to complain, because on several important metrics I’m doing better; namely eating and sleeping…

but apart from that surface level surviving…. I’m not so sure. I have some promising leads…. which I should follow up on. I tell myself I want to follow up on…. but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Even if I get these couple things off my books…. the fear is more is coming…. and it’s just fruitless. I’m so sick of trying my butt off, and it doesn’t result in anything.

I don’t know if I need to convince myself this time is different…. or if I just […]

I think I’m probably more into my anonymity here than most users of this site. It feels so good to be able to say stuff that can’t be directly traced back to the person I try to be. But on rare occasions, there’s spill over. I do talk about being suicidal in public forums, and sometimes I talk about things here that absolutely should give away who I am. The beautiful thing is that usually no one cares.

Like, that’s what was cool about the pandemic, suddenly everyone was just getting through today, it was possible not to care and be socially acceptable.

Right, rabbit trails, main […]

It seems I might just accidentally my way into grad school. Didn’t know that was how it worked, but the school is putting in most of the effort. If I don’t get it, I’m supremely okay with that, or at least so I tell myself. I’ll probably feel devalued and betrayed, that’s the usual thing when I tell myself I don’t care.

I’m trying not to care.

Then I had a promising interview with a job….. and my knee jerk reaction is to think about how great things would be if I got it….. Yet again, caring hurts. I’m trying to insulate myself out; organizing my closet, […]

I’ve always felt like coping mechanisms and stress are at a perpetual arms race. One side figures out something big, then the other.

Did you ever read the Butter Battle Book by Dr. Seuss? It’s about two groups who decide they are much too different to cohabitate because one prefers to eat bread with the butter on top, and the other prefers it on bottom… and they get into this Soviet – American 50s-60s style competition. It starts with throwing a rock, then the other side takes sticks to knock the rocks back, and so on in increasing complexity until each side simultaneously discover a substance […]

dear “valued” applicant, while we appreciate your ongoing search for meaning and purpose, we have decided to give it to someone else. We appreciate the time it took for you to seek us out, except we don’t in any meaningful way, and we cast you back into the meaningless void.

Please come ask us for meaning again, so we can once again tell you that you are LESS THAN. YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH. YOU”LL NEVER BE ENOUGH. Thanks so much for wasting your time, wasting our time, wasting your life.

Even though you have a degree in the field, and six years of applicable work experience, there […]

I don’t know if it’s because of my education or just intuition, but meaningful dreams are usually pretty revealing for me. I don’t need a dream dictionary to figure out the metaphor, because I’m all about metaphor.

I’ve been having anxiety dreams about not belonging/being unwanted. Quite a few of them revolve around my granddad’s house and that side of the family. There is some bitterness there, because I spent his declining years with him more than anyone else, and he didn’t leave me anything. It wasn’t for the money, but you’d think he would have left something, a book, anything to indicate to me that […]

empty, that’s all I can seem to say to myself, empty, somethings missing where there should be something

sadness like a song I can’t get out of my head, hopelessness is an endless nerve grinding beat, was always there, I just lost the ability to push it away

how can I have all these words? how can I have skills? how can I seem to have so much potential?

but nothing, empty, not even enough to go outside some days, like today. Just sitting, empty, wishing I had something to do, someone to be…. but I don’t. my heart, my head, my life, empty

I had nightmares most of the night, experiencing a situation of psychotic depression, a complete lack of faith in the world around me to be consistent or fair. I believe that if I wasn’t sleeping 12 hours a day, I’d probably be having an incident.

It took until 1:30 PM for the email to come, saying that despite my interview and work, the job doesn’t want me. I can’t pull up anymore. Immediately the voices of therapists was in my head; “well, it could still get better.” No, all signs are that it won’t. “You can try again” No, I can’t. I’m only stopping short of […]

Taking some time for self, IE trying to make peace with unemployment is putting a few uncomfortable truths in front of me. The big one is there is a reason I’ve held onto unhealthy career relationships, having work to do soothes me in a way I haven’t found any replacement for. Maybe it’s self fulfilling prophesy, but when I work hard all day I don’t feel guilty if I get less than everything done…

yet I struggle to self start. If someone external doesn’t give me a deadline, then it is unlikely the work will be done. Which is a source of quite a bit of […]

I refrained from posting last night, because I thought I had a therapy appointment today…. and I did, it just was occupied entirely by treatment plan review. How this works is that I spend about half an hour entering answers to the same psychological screeners I’ve been doing for 15 years, then spend my entire therapy session talking about my answers.

Which means that today, my first therapy appointment in a month, was spent entirely doing the state’s business.

I gripe about it, though I know that paperwork is why I get free drugs and therapy…. I guess I’m saying that if someone is known to be […]

The last post I made was posted from a miserable hotel room in the middle of nowhere. I spent four days there this week, and four days last week, and that cumulative time was enough to convince me I need to do something else with my life. I was also working overnights, doing work on a Walmart…… unholy triad of evil there. I remain baffled that Walmart stays in business, and I could carry on for a good twelve hours listing all the ways it has worked hard to undermine the American working class. Per my therapist’s recommendation, I’ll stay focused on the now, and […]

I had my interview yesterday morning, and it went reasonably well, with an exception; I won’t know if I got the job or not for a week, and it will be at least two weeks after that before I can start…..

Three weeks, minimum. Right now I’m spending five of my seven days a week on the road, working overnights to earn my pay. I was just home on Monday morning, and already I feel overextended, I just want to go home.

Last night sucked so hard. I was getting that urge, the urge to get out at any cost. My first instinct was to quit, because […]

I think there was a critical error in my assumption that physical pain would be easier to endure than emotional pain. There’s a pain threshold in both directions, and mitigating factors are the only thing that can hold them in check

this is all coming out of one of the physically most painful weeks of my life. At least twice a day for four days I had to stop working either because I was losing mobility in my arms, or because I was shaking uncontrollably. Then, against all rationality, I had to return to the task that made me freeze up. 10 hour days, shoving fixtures […]

I happened to mention that I thought certain corrupt and amoral individuals should commit an act which might result in their death, and now I’m banned from social media. So you’ve correctly figured out that I’m suicidal, and the solution on the books is to kick me off for 12 hours….. great

I get the policy, I do, but being suicidal is a fucking rational response sometimes, and saying that it “isn’t allowed” is saying to me that I am not welcome, which usually is implied in more subtle and less direct terms

I’m supposed to be prepping to go out of town for work, if the […]