Mental Health Support Thread (NOT for giving medical advice, or debating)

Hey, that's fine. Sorry to bother you about it, and that I couldn't help.

I wish you the best of luck going forwards. I'm sorry you had to suffer like that, but I'm glad you've got something to look forwards to now.

 

Damn, that really sucks, Moosie. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

And hopefully this comic cheers you up a bit?

 

It is ok to worried after quitting a job, and having to find/create another. That is normal.

It is not your fault for what happened to puppy Kim. Sometimes you can't cure such
a nasty condition. That is how I lost my Granddad, and I knew it would be an uphill
battle that could have gone either way. So you can't blame yourself for something that
you have no control over, and I know it hurts and sucks, but blaming yourself won't
change the fact that you had no control over the situation.

Your in a vulnerable place, being scared and everything is piling up on you. While we
like to think we treat friends/family great, sometimes we feel the weight of the world
bearing down on us and lash out unintentionally.

So I would recommend trying to take it easy, stop blaming yourself for the things that
are clearly out of your control (it is ok to still feel bad), and try and sort things out
that are going on in your life. It takes time when you are in such a mental state, but with
a little time and some support you should be right as rain.

Take care, and I hope you start to feel better.

 

I could really use a friend right now.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I consider y'all friends. I've just done some pretty terrible shit these last two weeks, and I don't want to air it out on a public forum. I wish I had one friend who really knew me that I could confide in. Someone who won't judge me or ridicule me.

I have two friends. And neither of them are anywhere near as emotional as I am, so they won't understand. One will probably just shrug me off because matters of the heart mean very little to him. The other will essentially tell me I'm crazy because she trusts her head more than her heart.

I'm going to tell my therapist at least. She'll probably judge me too, but.. Maybe I deserve to be judged a little bit. I dunno. Just feeling very isolated tonight.

 

In case someone out there could use something inspirational.

 

I picked my grandson up from school this afternoon, brought him home to his own house and got him out of his uniform. I was delving into his schoolbag for his homework when there was a rap of the door. If I'd been at home, I couldn't have answered—it's one of my quirks— but, without so much as a thought, I flung the door open to be confronted by the freaked out face of my psychiatric nurse. Turns out she'd come by on the offchance my daughter was in, to have a word about, well....me.

Rumbled.

 

*fingers crossed*

 

Adulting sucks. Gotta call lawyers in Virginia and Illinois to figure out my options. Because in Virginia, you have to be separated for six months before you can file, which means I'd likely have to stay here the whole time... Hopefully Illinois is different. Cause I gotta get out of here.

I reached out to an old coworker who's looking to line up a job for me in Illinois. There's one position open that's a huge step down, but it's at my same company so there wouldn't really be a learning curve, and I'd have employment immediately. I wouldn't be able to get an apartment though cause I'd lose my current pay and wouldn't be able to afford it. But I have plenty of people I could stay with until I got a raise.

Ugh.... So damn stressful. Just trying to take it one day at a time and not let the changes crush me.

Edit: And now my boss just told me I'm next in line for a promotion... So if I leave, it'll take even longer to move up... So do I stay in Virginia and think of my career and miss out on my family and friends? Or do I think of my family and friends and let my career progress more slowly?

I'm so torn, and it's such a terrible feeling...

 

Thank you. That helps.

Honestly, I would love to be promoted. But being home would make me happier than being an assistant. And I can't put my life on hold for my career. That just isn't me. So I'm not going to wait. And I'm probably not going to take that other position either if I don't have to. I'll keep it in mind as a last resort, but I'm better than that position. Plus, it pays terribly. I'm sure I can find something that is a better use of my skills that pays decently. It sucks because I like my job and my company. But I gotta think of me too.

Thanks again.

 

Well, me and my husband "officially" split up last night. I spent the weekend at a hotel, and last night was my first night home, so we talked as soon as I got off work. We had a really long talk, and it actually went really well. It went exactly as I hoped it would. I tried to make him realize that he isn't a bad guy, we just aren't compatible and there's someone better out there for both of us. He said he understands and isn't mad, which is a huge relief. I'm gunna stay until the end of the month, because his mom is having heart surgery soon and he'd like me to be here in case something goes wrong. Then we're gunna file at the beginning of the year.

I've been crying all morning. Just grieving, I guess. I'm glad we're splitting up, because the idea of staying together just makes me feel empty. But he's still my best friend. It's just a big change that'll that some getting used to.

 

My ex finally agreed to file last week, so I know exactly how you feel. Embrace the relief and allow yourself to grieve, and make plans. Are you excited to be going back home?

 

I am excited. I'm probably going to live with my best friend for a while until I can get on my feet. He inherited his house from his grandparents, so it should be rent free, just utilities and such. But I'm excited to be on my own and live for myself for a while. I've been in a relationship with different people for eight years straight, so I'm pretty exited to be alone for once.

 

^ Just remember that you are awesome. Keep being awesome.
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So I'm having a mild/moderate anxiety attack. All I'm doing is taking deep breaths and telling myself that it'll pass; that whatever my anxiety tells me is pure BS. Still, it's hard as hell, especially when your anxiety is screaming over your rationalities...

 

I left a fairly harsh critique on another site (harsh as in I didn't sugarcoat that I liked hardly anything, not like "You suck") and anxiety is making me feel like the worst human on the planet. I keep imagining the author dejected and hurt, even though in reality he's probably calling me names in his head and thinking what a dick I am.

I would delete it if the site allowed.

 

I did that once, and I meant every word. (No 'you suck' was written).

The point is when you have to be honest about something you don't
like nor enjoy, you just kinda have to say that too. You can't love
everything you read, and sometimes you feel the need to offer up
your 2 cents on it. There is no crime in that, and I doubt it was really
all that bad on your part. Think of it as you are not with all the others
praising something because you felt it was the nice thing to do, but
rather tell it like it is. You will be just fine, and your not a horrible person.
I hope you feel better.

Best to tell the truth, then to lie.

Take it easy lady, and don't be so hard on yourself.

 

Thanks, Cavey (which autocorrect wants to make FaceTime wtf?)

 

I have a handful of issues holding me back from doing any worthwhile writing. To the point that people have recommended I leave my house and go to the library. My household, though a huge problem, is not the only thing holding me back. Most of it is in my own head and that's what I'd like help working around.

I've had enough problems in my life and I don't care to thoroughly discuss all that here. I had irresponsible parents that divorced when I was young which became the catalyst for the rest of my life going to shit. That among other decisions they made combined with being a disabled man with no useful skills to get a decent job where I'll have gainful employment. I have a lot on my mind every day, and the only reason why I even have a couple of friends is thanks to my brother. In fact I'd go as far as to say there's a good chance I wouldn't even be alive right now if not for him.

i guess what I'm saying is it's hard to write when it doesn't even feel like life is worth living. These days most of my writing revolves around processing the issues I'm having. It's better than nothing and I hope to be back to actual writing soon.

 

Crappy predicament @playerslayer

Hiya btw, I know a fair few folk who practise writing out their issues (if that's what you mean by processing). They see it as a form of catharsis. I can categorically say it's not for me though. I feel doing such, again for me, compounds a situation; a form of brain training where one's reinforcing something negative by looping through it in an alternate manner. Okay, not quite categorically; there may be the odd time where I use a live emotion to impart some authenticity to the page, say a scene with anger/sadness. But mostly when I escape to write, I bang on some tunes and do my damnedest to pull a frame of mind out (of the bag of mind-frames) that'll suit the scene I wish to write. So I write in rather than write out—if that makes sense?

Hope said predicament improves, it will with positive effort, and you have a gem of a brother.

 

Do you think it would help you to have a writing buddy - someone who you share work with privately (both ways) and can talk through writing issues and ideas with? I find my critique partners really motivating. And you don't have to be friends, just two people with writing goals who help each other with those goals, so there's no pressure to be a certain way or to divulge personal information.

Finding writing buddies is easier said than done but certainly possible. Does it sound interesting or awful to you?

 

It is funny. I fit in where I thought I wouldn't, and don't fit in where I thought I would.
Suppose that is how things go sometimes. Just feeling a bit dour, and alone right now.
Unsure of things, and where do I belong in this crazy world. Maybe this is how things
are suppose to be. All confusing and scary at times. Not wanting to lash out, and unable
to cry in frustration of it all. Simply slog along, and try to make sense of it. Try and accept
things as they are, even if they are not pleasant. Be thankful for those that stand by you
in your darkest days, grit your teeth when the weight of things threatens to break you.
I would rather be here, where my oddity is accepted. Than somewhere which it is
dismissed and neglected.

Thanks for giving a broken man a place to call home.

 

Let me give you a hug @Cave Troll . I too know this feeling well.