Anxiety/Depression/Mental Illness Support

[Shell B]

Yep, I think so, but I am not a doctor. Depressed suicidal thoughts are much more obsessive, not that depression isn't "normal."

[LastPoet]

I think the word you are looking for is stigma, dear. Stigmata are the wounds of Christ.

Humm yeah, I meant stigma

[reverendjeremiah]

Yep, I think so, but I am not a doctor. Depressed suicidal thoughts are much more obsessive, not that depression isn't "normal."

It might be my thought organization.

When i think of things, I try to think of many options tied to them.

If I encouter a problem, I make a mental list of viable options, and yes I consider suicide to be a viable option sometimes...deffinitely not the smartest option..but an option none the less.

To me it is merely a list of options that doesnt bother me, yet I hear people saying that if you think suicide is an option then you are sick mentally.

I dont feel sick mentally, nor does it bother me when it comes across my mind as an option. I have never seriously thought of killing myself as in actually planning on doing it, as I usually dismiss it when it comes up.

What are your thoughts on this..is this merely contemplation, or sickness?

[Shell B]

Contemplation. Too often thoughts are considered mental illness. Thoughts that become obsessive or damaging to the person's life are potentially mental illness. Passing thoughts typically are not.

[Cinjin]

I heard that most people who suffer from depression are of above average intelligence.

I've said this so many times I lost count.

The stupid, the ignorant, the dullards, the simpletons --- most are blissfully happy with their shitty stupid lives. I'm often jealous of their naive ignorance. They don't care about their menial job and their stupid children. They rarely if ever think about the big picture. An existential thought has never entered their heads. They have more happiness with a beer in their hand sitting on their front porch than I will ever have drinking cocktails with supermodels on the beaches of Maui. Their stupidity and their lack of introspection is their greatest blessing. They don't know they're simpletons and they don't care. What makes them happy is a three day weekend, a case of beer, and the chance to get laid.

Yes, those things make me happy too ... but it's never enough.

True bliss would be shutting off my fucking mind and accepting all things for what they are and loving them in my own stupor. Never questioning the universe and just happy feeding my face and taking long naps.

[fr0d0]

people still have the idea that people that need therapy are 'crazy'

I've known ppl to be ostracised because of it. The opposite of what they need ...which is REALLY whacko.

[frankiej]

I find that watching Dragon Ball Z and hoping for saiyan like powers helps me... Not that I have any problems that I know of

I suppose some people might call me crazy for wanting a zombie apocalypse, but that is partly due to most of the population being arseholes... It has nothing to do with me

[Faith No More]

Great idea Shell. I had thought about something similar becasue I too noticed that a lot of people here suffer from some sort of mental affliction.

My depression is pretty much 90% manageable now, but I still get down when I don't get any sleep. Considering I'm an insomniac with a 10 month old baby that never sleeps for more than four hours at a time, I am exhausted all of the time. It only really affects me though when I've had absolutely no sleep, and fortunately I manage to get a few hours most nights(and days). The thing I really struggle with right now is the desire to do drugs, because up untill two years ago, when I was depressed I would do drugs. Often times depression would rob me of my energy and I would do drugs to keep me going. Consequently, my mind still immediately thinks of drugs when I get depressed or tired.

I do have an important anniversary coming up soon. My best friend killed himself ten years ago in April, and I know it's going to bum me out. What is it with humans and multiples of fives? The worst part of the whole ordeal was the fact that I was the one who found him after he was dead. I can still see that image as if it happened yesterday, and it haunts me. I can tell you every little detail of what transpired that day, from talking to him in the morning to driving to his cottage to check on him because he was no longer answering his phone(he was dead). It took me about seven years before I was strong enough to even think about it without crying, and right now I feel like I was punched in the chest as I type this.

Great, now I feel like a whiny bitch as I always do when I talk about this stuff.

[Shell B]

That's the point of this thread, dude. You're allowed to whine.

[Erinome]

Then come here for a little encouragement. You can give it later.

I dealt with a very long custody battle for my stepson. I will not get into details, as I have a strong policy against publicly insulting his biological mother and it really is his business why we had to get custody, so I like to keep his business private. At any rate, I know exactly how you feel. During one stretch of the custody battle, which usually went well for us, but was still nerve-wracking, I caught a gastrointestinal virus that had me floored for months. It eventually settled in my heart, leaving me with arrhythmia. (I've told this story here, but it belongs in this thread, really.) In the meantime, I was given a beta blocker. The beta blocker made me want to die. I was so depressed on top of being sick that I was just done with life. I was taken off the beta blocker, but I have had lingering anxiety attacks, which suck, given that I sometimes have trouble figuring out if I just need to calm down or if I need to get my heart checked out. Most of the time, I know what is up. At any rate, going through the anxiety, depression, illness and court was horrible. In the end, it turned out all right. I still talk to my ex-husband and see my stepson quite often lately. I still have anxiety, but I live with it. You can too. Exercise seriously helps a lot. Go for a very long walk, run, ride a bike . . .

I do spin class every day. All the stress has caused me to lose a lot of weight (18lbs), but the good news is, I am back in my skinny jeans.

I actually just got a call a while ago from his soon to be ex wife. A judge signed off on something this morning that states he is a danger to children, so now he can't see his other 2 kids unsupervised, and I have been blowing up child protective services to ask them why in the hell he can't be around those kids unsupervised, but he's allowed to have residential custody of mine.

I'm going to get through this, I know, but it's been really hard. I just want my baby home where she is safe!