Posted on 04/12/2016 11:23:11 AM PDT by pabianice
You eat, but you aren’t able to taste your food. You try to write your paper, or work on your p-set, but all you can do is think to yourself, “What is the point?” You try to get out of bed in the morning, but you just can’t escape its almost magnetic hold over you.
So you sleep. And you sleep. And you sleep. Sleep becomes your drug of choice, and you abuse it constantly. Your old hobbies and passions no longer have the same appeal. None of them match the sense of security you feel when you’re wrapped up tight in your bed sheets. You sleep to escape the thoughts, the fear, the overwhelming sense of hopelessness and dread that seems to seep from your pores.
But when you leave the house, you keep a smile spread on your face, because you know your friends won’t understand. You feel isolated, alone, like there is no one in the world who can possibly understand the darkness. God, you wish and you pray that the pain can go away.
But it doesn’t. It gets worse, and worse, and worse. And then you think to yourself: Should I end it all? Eventually, that’s all that you can think about, that question. And more questions follow. What does it mean to be alive? Why are you here? What’s the point? You drown in these thoughts—you’re drowning, and you feel like no one is there to save you.
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It just feels like you took a drug that makes you feel deflated. If you don’t engage in the drama, you are OK.
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Narcissism will do that.
I was told that there is a Biblical prohibition against falling into despair.
If I won the lottery, one of the things I’d do is go around and lend depressed people puppies and kittens for a few hours, then pick them up at the end of the day. I’m serious.
Tempting to mock them, but I’ve been there. After successfully getting through a very deep clinical depression, I will never mock someone in that state again. If you don’t get it when Christians describe hell as a total separation from God, deep depression is as close as you’re going to get to understanding that conception of hell.
The best cure is exercise and prayer.
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Son of a bipolar mother here, who hopes that you can remain ignorant of the realities of mental illness for all of your days.
I would have settled for that in college. Our cafeteria food left a great deal to be desired in the flavor department. lol
When I was handed my first platoon in Germany, I soon realized I was too damn busy to get depressed. Seven months out of college, and there I was responsible for 20 men and four missile systems. Due to our unique mission (air base defense), we were 40 miles from Battalion HQ.
Four months later, I was placed in charge of both missile platoons. I made enough mistakes to earn a PhD in Mistakology, but I had great NCOs that kept me out of trouble.
I”m sorry you’ve had to experience that. Thank you for sharing your experience as a counterbalance to the ill-informed responses on the thread.
If you are reading this and suffering from depression please see a doctor immediately. They can be a tremendous help. There is a tomorrow. The sun will rise again I have promise.
I’ve known a couple of people that has gone through depression.
Although they are both fine now, I have always seen it as a very serious condition
and am thankful I, myself, have not had to deal with it.
It is not a laughing or joking matter.
It doesn’t help. Depression doesn’t mean unhappy. You literally feel like you have been injected with some type of drug. The key is to not indulge it.
You can lie in bed and stare at the wall all day or you can get your azz up, eat breakfast and go to work.
Typical Freeper toughguys on threads like these.
Sure, exercise is an option for a mild, ambulatory mood disorder. Once you get into more severe cases, not so much. Either you will get no movement at all (catatonic features), or the patient will walk himself right into the path of a truck.
Also, regarding prayer, I'm all for it but consider the illness may be a matter of God's will.
Over 20 years ago I was very depressed, to the point where I was considering visiting a physician or a shrink and getting a prescription for Prozac or another antidepressant.
A friend recommended the book “Beyond Prozac” to me. The author discusses various things as a form of self-help. I tried fish oil capsules and eventually pulled out of the depression. Now I’m just pissed... I’ve moved to a town where few jobs are available, and would-be employers don’t bother to even acknowledge receipt of an application for employment.
Being pissed is at least somewhat better than being depressed, I’ve found. If I’m really lucky, eventually I will get to move out of this town.
Ray Davies of the Kinks who is bipolar himself said that in a song:
Is There Life After Breakfast?
Written by: Ray Davies
Lift yourself out of the doldrums
Make yourself a cuppa tea
Drag your emotions out of the gutter
Don’t wallow in self pity
When you wake up, all of a fluster
Thinking life has passed you by
Give yourself a kick up the backside
Jump out of bed and punch the sky
Is there life after breakfast
Full of possibilities
Is there life after breakfast?
Yes there is, after breakfast
So don’t live in agony
Is there life after breakfast?
Yes there is, after breakfast
Cheer up son, put on the kettle
There’s no point in being glum
Make your mind up, try to forget her
Boil the tea and I’ll be mum
Is there life after breakfast?
Yes there is, after breakfast
So don’t live in agony
Is there life after breakfast?
Yes there is, after breakfast
After breakfast
Life after breakfast
After breakfast
Just because all of the plumbing
Isn’t all it used to be
Turn the tap, see, a little bit’s coming
That must make you feel relieved
Don’t turn into a total embarrassment
To your friends and family
Get out of bed, the whole day’s ahead
So take the pills and drink your tea
Is there life after breakfast
Full of possibilities
Is there life after breakfast?
Yes there is, after breakfast
So don’t be so depressive
Is there life after breakfast?
Yes there is, after breakfast
Is there life after breakfast
Full of possibilities
Is there life after breakfast?
Yes there is, after breakfast
Is there life after breakfast?
Is there life after breakfast?
Put the kettle on, mate
I think they call this a First World problem.
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