RE: Anxiety/Depression/Mental Illness Support
January 4, 2012 at 10:51 am
(This post was last modified: January 4, 2012 at 11:08 am by Faith No More.)
One of my coping mechanisms was to embrace my saddness and it quickly became my 'comfort' zone, in the sense that I felt most comfortable with myself when I was in a saddened state. This of course leads to all kinds of self destructive behavior, but as I said, this was where I was comfortable. After the deaths of two friends and a brush with the law, I finally decided to get my shit straight, and as anyone who has done this can tell you it's a long process. I need to get off drugs and bring some structure in my life. I had to be proactive against my depression.
After about two years of making headway, I found myself feeling somewhat normal. Suddenly I felt lost in my own body and didn't recognize myself. Also, all that comfort from saddness was gone. I felt like I was walking a tight rope without a net under it. I no longer resembled the person I was before, and could this lack of self-identity derail my progress? Fortunately, I didn't give up and discovered the hew me that wasn't depressed. I regained my self-identity, but it was entirely unrecognizable to my identity I had previously when I was depressed. No I feel somewhat normal and am not uncomfortable in my own skin.
Just thought I'd share a bit about my recovery process and show others that it can be done and is well worth it.
That little bastard will always be with those that have depression. It's hard to tell yourself that you're truly ill when it's just your emotions that get to you, and the voice of self-judgement feeds on that.
After about two years of making headway, I found myself feeling somewhat normal. Suddenly I felt lost in my own body and didn't recognize myself. Also, all that comfort from saddness was gone. I felt like I was walking a tight rope without a net under it. I no longer resembled the person I was before, and could this lack of self-identity derail my progress? Fortunately, I didn't give up and discovered the hew me that wasn't depressed. I regained my self-identity, but it was entirely unrecognizable to my identity I had previously when I was depressed. No I feel somewhat normal and am not uncomfortable in my own skin.
Just thought I'd share a bit about my recovery process and show others that it can be done and is well worth it.
Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote:That's the voice of self-judgement, and it is not your friend
That little bastard will always be with those that have depression. It's hard to tell yourself that you're truly ill when it's just your emotions that get to you, and the voice of self-judgement feeds on that.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell
