What I do is I hop on here, read a few posts of some poor theist sap floundering in a pool of derisive insults as he drowns under a tidal wave of logical debunking of all his silliness, and it helps cheer me up.

Failing that, I rant. I rant a lot. I go on for paragraphs, oftentimes with little/no consistency or structure, my initial points and ideas rambling off into a whimsical journey of introspection that seem to go nowhere before suddenly snapping back to the point like a rubber band stretched to its limits and finally released back upon the finger it originally wrapped across.

I also generally say "fuck" a lot.

Found me a lovely scalpel blade...

Life doesn't really get me down... I'm too laid back to really give a shit.

Living gets me down, breathing gets me down.

(November 2, 2012 at 12:01 am)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote: I check out. Disconnect. Isolate. Withdraw into myself, and lose myself in the process.

I've been struggling particularly hard for the last year since becoming physically disabled, as the healthy avenues I had for remaining connected with the world are things I cannot currently do.

On the bright side, I've been medication-free for 11 months, other than very occasional alprazolam. My diagnosis is bipolar disorder, PTSD, dissociative disorder - a trifecta, what do I win? It's interesting how diagnoses of mental disorder evolve as the layers are peeled away.

It's frustrating as hell. I was voluntarily hospitalized in April-May of 2011, and exited with a new appreciation for life and was becoming much more active and feeling great about myself.

Five months down the road I suffered a potentially fatal illness that has left me crippled. (I hate that word, but there is no other way to effectively express it.) Although I shared a lot about my ordeal here as it unfolded, I haven't said much publicly about the aftermath. Progress derailed, and I'm left feeling like I'm starting from scratch again.

I needed to vent a bit. Thanks to the OP for starting this thread.

I am sorry to hear what life has done to you. Despite all that, you have always struck me as kind, warm, and deeply wise. It apparently didn't take it all.

I can't embed this, so I'll just link it. For you:

(November 2, 2012 at 3:57 pm)apophenia Wrote: I am sorry to hear what life has done to you. Despite all that, you have always struck me as kind, warm, and deep. It apparently didn't take it all.

Thank you. I could have turned bitter - and did, for a time. There was a time in my life when I was a real bastard. I learned to focus my energy positively and I have developed a strong sense of empathy.

Dark clouds do sometimes have silver linings.

festive Wrote:It's not easy, but life itself is never easy, and if life were easy, would it really be worth living?

I certainly think so. Had an enjoyable fuck with a third party last night. After a year with asha... it's an easy thing to forget how wonderful sex can be

Yes... I fuck people when life goes to shit.

'Nuff said. ^_^

(October 31, 2012 at 7:38 pm)rainbowdash274 Wrote: I get depressed and don't go anywhere. I become a hermit. What about you?

My life would be meaningless without pain

When I've had a shit week I take Hypatia and burn up six or seven hundred kays.(And a lot of fuel)

That always makes me feel better.