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The Brain Problems Thread: You don't have to be crazy to post here, but it helps.
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i'm not counting any attempts at LDRs with only internet contact because DUH
no kisses, no handholding, no cuddles
oh well
holy shit
excellent totp
STEAM!
They warmed mine up for me.
two whole cups.
Do you also have a hard time telling the entire truth? A big part of my anxiety is not wanting to disappoint people (which causes conflict which is scary) and this gets in the way of me telling my doctor anything other than "yeah it's all going pretty okay I guess, thanks for the script see you in a month"
quit posting and go to the party
I wouldn't know
I was comatose
Neither have I.
Ain't nothin' wrong with that.
But I was pretty honest with him this time and he said something about maybe giving me a script for benzos.
Which scares me more.
yeah, fight it as best you can. think of it more as reporting symptoms than talking about your thoughts, it helps to remove it from the sphere of your self-identity as much as you can
for me, i think of depression as this cloud that settles over my brain that obscures my usual self, stuff like that
ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeah
i have a really hard time opening up about shit to people
even the doctor that i've been seeing off and on since i was literally six
i still haven't explained the full details of My Year as a Fucking Lunatic to him or anyone really except for the people who were there for it
Yes, I haven't told this new shrink about my suicidal thoughts of late.
For like the past 2-3 visits.
I'm pretty fucking terrible at this game.
Well, let me google that and-
oh
oh
i fit the statistics too much to know
Look, I'll make you a deal.
When you and I both get lady SOs, we get to fight over who got the better catch.
Deal?
no
I don't like her and she is unhelpful and after i get my car next month I'm finding another
this isnt even the most fucked up thing (imo) thats happened to me relationshipwise
STEAM!
Okay.
Sorry.
Go on...
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Oh how I miss it.
doesn't matter, your ladyfriends will never be as cool as mine
Partly because I realized I also have no food and I can hangout for a bit leave before I vomit and hopefully come home not so sad and with pizza.
You and me both.
/pours another whiskey
One was with a married woman twice my age. I was young stupid, hormonal and probably just starting to really feel my depression set on.
I never actually loved her more than a friend, and by the end I really despised her and was basically just keeping in touch for sex.
My attitude during that time fucking disgusts me.
My second lady was sweet and wonderful and just a couple years younger than me, I was in college and she was just about to start.
I was bff's with her brother and he blessed the relationship. We got along swimmingly.
It was mostly long distance, we spent maybe a whole month physically together over the year.
Then when she came down for winter break. She kept pushing back me coming over, and then when she finally said it was a good time she ended up breaking up with me over a text while I was an hour into the 70min drive to her house.
I still don't know why she broke up with me.
Love is a lie.
It's true, I really love hyperbole.
yeah
and harder to pull off
if either buttlady or i didn't have brain problems we probably wouldn't work so well together
as is we both know why the other one is having a crazy thought and we're better equipped to deal with it
Hyperbole is worse than mass genocide.
if you watch your pot your bro trevor can't steal it and toke up?
So that's why nobody wants to be friends with me...
Love is not, in fact, a lie. But we all have expectations when it comes to love, ideas and notions of what we think it should feel like and be about. And when those expectations aren't met, we feel betrayed. By love, by our lovers, whatever.
Personally, I don't know if I'm capable of having a decent relationship. I certainly don't know if I'm capable of loving someone, truly loving them without reservation. Love as an idea sounds pretty nifty on paper, and when you get to have something even remotely approaching that idea it's pretty swell. But when you don't--or when you think you do, but in fact do not--it hurts on a level that's hard to appreciate for anyone who's never experienced it.
I think it would be better to say, love is fickle, and not at all like they write about in books and poems and sonnets. At least, not most of the time.