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

I'm late to the party here but what jumped out at me, since nothing else has worked for quite a while, is that you'll probably need more training/education to get to a higher level. It might well include a temporary step back or even an entirely different direction.

If you're in the US, the Occupational Outlook Handbook from the Bureau of Labor Statistics is a great place to start imo, see what occupations are in high demand then consider your current skill set and your interests. Good luck.

ETA: Also, if you think your appearance comes across as "unprofessional," in any way, long hair etc., well, personally, I'd rather have a good job than my preferred hairstyle. Unfortunately, he who has the gold makes the rules.

https://www.bls.gov/ooh/

 

Bit irritated about my current situation. Due to my feeding tube falling out, I now get to spend New Years Eve and New Years Day — indeed the next two weeks basically managing the hole in my stomach until it closes back up. That means the amount of food I eat is diminished so as to reduce amount of leakage, God help me with the shower deal and oh, I get to enjoy seeing stomach acid and bits of half-digested food spurt back up the hole!

 

Best wishes to you, Link. Hope you're soon able to get back to your regular life and on to a good 2018.

 

OMG! OMG! I am so DISGUSTED! That's the horrible-ist thing I've ever heard in my entire life and now I need an ambulance!! I mean, do you REALLY, REALLY, REALLY think that's FUNNY?!?!??! *falls over and dies when hit with own interrobangs*

 

It might be wise to go and see a doctor, somethings should be taken a bit more seriously
than just trying to manage around them. Would be a shame if you happen to get an infection
or other complication. Hope you will consider seeing a pro, and be safe.

 

Yes, and I'm sure he knows how to handle it better than we do, since he's had it all his life. Well wishes and kiddin' are of course all meant well.

 

I hate being depressed and then having people exacerbate it by being
unhelpful. God damn if I hadn't made that promise, I would so fucking
end this bullshit in a heartbeat just to show them that they are assholes,
well intended or not, they are assholes. Oh I wish, and can't.

 

Good luck, Cave Troll. I hope you are able to stay away from the crazy-makers and other PITA types as much as possible.

 

I've just been discharged from the NHS mental health team after an initial assessment. This is after telling them that I attempted suicide in September last year and was dragged to A&E by my sister last week because I was suicidal again. I wonder what it would take to actually get some help other than "here, take these pills".

 

I'm playing around with CBT (cognitive behavioral therapy) online, self-help style. I kept hearing other people say it worked so well for them and that you could even get into it on your own, so then I started googling around on it.

Whether it's a messed up interaction pattern with someone else or just what goes round and round in one's own mind, the CBT stuff just seems like excellent practical common sense to me.

Not sure if it would help anyone else on here or not but wanted to toss it out there just in case. A brand new year always feels to me like a new chance to tidy up.

 

I think it's time. Time to admit that I have a problem. Time to admit that I've been downplaying how big that problem is. I need help. I need serious help. I've been trying to deal with it on my own, but I just can't anymore. I feel like I'm falling apart. I'm so tired. Mentally and physically. I just want to sleep. I don't want to do anything. But my mind won't stop running. Nothing but insecurities going around and around. I'm worthless. I'm not good enough. I'm a waste of space. No one loves me. No one is honest with me. No one understands me. I'm alone. I'm so alone.

But I'm not. I have my parents, at the bare minimum. So I'm going to tell them. I'm not sure how. I don't speak as well as I write, and this doesn't seem like something that should be texted. But I can't do this alone anymore. I need help. I need to be committed. Seriously. I've been thinking about it for a week. There's just too much stress. Too much turmoil. Too much everything. I need a break. I need time. I need space to repair myself, or I'll crumble.

So I have to do it. I have to be honest. I have to finally tell someone that I can't handle this anymore. I have to.

I have to...

 

Tell your parents. Talk to someone. Sometimes all it takes is to download. Remarkable changes in mood can occur with the simple act of telling another human being what is going on for you. Ideally face to face, or at the very least a phone conversation. You may not realise it, but what you have shared on here is an enourmous and courageous step in the direction of healing. Well done.

 

I have only just realised why my anxiety has gotten so bad recently to the point that it's keeping me from going out. I had stopped taking a supplement that was helping me manage. Idiotic thing to do, I know. It was a case of thinking that 'I feel so good, I don't need it anymore'. Wrong! With court looming in September for custody of my daughter, and a Child In Care Review in the same month, things are gonna be...interesting!
As it happens, I am sitting here typing this instead of going out to get supplies. This type of thing is something I have been doing a lot of recently.
On the plus side, I did a little bit of meditation before bed last night. I have dubbed it Beditation.

 

both my brother and I chose "useless majors" (I say this because my parents see it as a hobby and not a major).
In college, I studied English Literature and minored ins visual art. My older brother Minored in musical performance, playing saxophones (tenor, alto, soprano, berry), clarinet, and piano a little bit.

When he graduated, he had this mentality that he wanted to be a famous performer and make a lot of money doing what he loved. like right off the batt, he didnt want to do anything else because he just HAD to be a performer. With me, I worked jobs that i didnt like (i was a janitor during college, for example) and that were out of my area of study because I knew i just couldnt wake up tomorrow and suddenly be where I wanted. I needed to start somewhere. I needed to do the stuff I didnt want to do NOW so that I could be in a position where i could do what i wanted LATER... and eventually, my parents started jumping on my bandwagon. My brother, on the other hand, he didnt want to just work any job, he wanted it all NOW. He's been out of college for almost 5 years and is still at square 1. he does music; he plays in night clubs and lounges. He's gotten noticed by a few bands and got to perform with them at large and small venues but its not stable enough for my parents and he still relies on them. He's an amazing musician, but lately he's been depressed and rethinking his degree because our parents arent happy with him and his choices. He told me that he should have started from the bottom and worked his way up. I havent read through this whole thread yet, but I read your initial post and a few posts after, and you sound like you are in the same boat as my brother

I want him to be happy doing what he loves, but I also want him to be realistic; he can establish himself as a great musician on the SIDE right now...... but he needs to get a day job so he can pay his loans and bills. There is nothing wrong with what he wants.... to be a famous musician..... but like everyone, he needs to start somewhere. I told him to ignore the parents and do these things for himself and not because he wants to make them happy. if music is what he wants to do, then he needs to take the necessary steps to get there, even if it means working jobs he doesnt like right now, because his happiness in the long run is what is more important.

 

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Feeling like I wanna break something, and nobody is even fucking around for me to talk to! Fucking story of my life. Always on my fucking own, even when I have friends.

 

Maybe do some exercise—go for a walk or a run, do some star jumps, dance or whatever. It works for me. When I get that feeling like I want to break things, I go and lift weights and it always makes me feel better.

 

Feeling adrift...I think?

 

In no particular order:
Time difference is really biting (8 hours), winter is setting in, I have no friends IRL, no family support, not much money (but I'm still trying to save). I'm desperate to move, but there's no properties anyway, even if I had the money.
Insomnia has been ongoing for at least a fortnight, and my sleeping tablets don't work. Plus, I had a negative session with my counsellor today! I actually wanted to leave at one point, and at another I wanted to punch her.
I am seeing CAMHS tomorrow, so I'm gonna ask for some anti-depressants, cos I can't cope with anymore of this shit.

 

Well, the hoodie suits you.

Don't worry about friends. If you want friends get a part-time job, they'll all really like you. And you'll want to leave, pining for days on the sofa. Also, I think the Ireland/England time difference is only sixty years, so chin up.

I've got no friends either, y'know for smiling at. If my contract comes back in - I'll have friends in March.

 

I have to worry about my lack of friends, as it's one of a long list of expectations if I am to get my toddler back to me. Due to my situation as well as my mental health issues, a job wouldn't be much help. Try Ireland/Arizona time difference. Also, I think I lost my chin some years ago.

 

Just remembering why I don't have friends. Because I don't trust people not to hurt me.