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2013-05-10 04:04:04 AM

tinfoil-hat maggie: jimmythrust: tinfoil-hat maggie: jimmythrust: I, for one, am thrilled at the medicalization of what would have previously had me committed to a sanitarium. I'd rather appear normal-ish to some and have a job few would dare to try.

Yea, pretty much but back in those days I would have been sent there for other reasons O_ 0

I remember reading Hammer of the Gods, the crappy Zeppelin tell-all, wherein the boyos claimed to chase the girls hospitalized for chronic masturbation...was that your problem as well? Cuz I hear ya, sister! :-)

I remember my first stay in a mental ward there was a girl like that but I don't think anyone would have chased her.
/Sorry
//And no that's not what I was thinking but I probably have had enough suicide attempts to keep me in in the old days.


Well, that's the one thing where it's ok to try and to fail. We are glad that you are here, and you should be as well, As for the meds--it's definitely no hard science. That's why I'm against dosing children. But adults have the wherewith all to know what works for them. If you're proactive about what is helping your brain, you win. If you blindly accept and then categorically denounce because Zoloft wasn't totally awesome, you're kind of a jerk!  The toughest thing is convincing someone who won't go on meds that meds are their best option, amirite?
 
2013-05-10 04:04:22 AM
Over 300 comments for Allie.

Stay on your meds girl, the internets love you.
 
2013-05-10 04:08:16 AM

radarlove: Wow, where was that single piece of corn when the variety of pills I was prescribed really made me lose my mind and attempt suicide (or worse) on six separate occasions?


Did you check under the fridge?
 
2013-05-10 04:20:33 AM

miss diminutive: Wow, that comic and this thread are both just simply amazing and I'm glad I took the time to read it all.

Her first comic about depression and the internal dialog that eventually degenerates into a spiral of self-loathing and apathy was so dead on that I actually had to stop reading it and just hug my knees for a little while.

Anyway, as hippy-drum-circleish as this sounds, I just want everyone who is battling or has battled depression to have the chance to experience joy again and truly know that things can get better. If hugs and hot chocolate truly had magical psychological healing powers, I'd spend my life dishing them out to everyone. Sadly, and thankfully, human beings aren't that simple.

/hopelessly optimistic, despite often overwhelming evidence to the contrary
//marshmallows in hot chocolate are the key


A woman who knows both depression and Malk? Marry me!!!
 
2013-05-10 04:25:20 AM

jimmythrust: tinfoil-hat maggie: jimmythrust: tinfoil-hat maggie: jimmythrust: I, for one, am thrilled at the medicalization of what would have previously had me committed to a sanitarium. I'd rather appear normal-ish to some and have a job few would dare to try.

Yea, pretty much but back in those days I would have been sent there for other reasons O_ 0

I remember reading Hammer of the Gods, the crappy Zeppelin tell-all, wherein the boyos claimed to chase the girls hospitalized for chronic masturbation...was that your problem as well? Cuz I hear ya, sister! :-)

I remember my first stay in a mental ward there was a girl like that but I don't think anyone would have chased her.
/Sorry
//And no that's not what I was thinking but I probably have had enough suicide attempts to keep me in in the old days.

Well, that's the one thing where it's ok to try and to fail. We are glad that you are here, and you should be as well, As for the meds--it's definitely no hard science. That's why I'm against dosing children. But adults have the wherewith all to know what works for them. If you're proactive about what is helping your brain, you win. If you blindly accept and then categorically denounce because Zoloft wasn't totally awesome, you're kind of a jerk!  The toughest thing is convincing someone who won't go on meds that meds are their best option, amirite?


Well meds for me at times are great, therapy well I have a very cool therapists I've been seeing for about 14 years now well sometimes off and on. I moved to Nashville for awhile and only had phone consults with her at times.

But the thing is I mean I had a more difficult time admitting to myself and others that I have this mental thing that can pop up when untreated than I did telling my parents I was gay. Well really bi but at that time I was with a girl I was gonna be with forever right? But still, both have affected my life and only one I felt a real stigma about or that it was something wrong with me.
Anyway,
Meds can be great if you need them every one has to make there on decisions.
 
2013-05-10 04:26:30 AM

James F. Campbell: JRoo: Emotions are just roadblocks on the path to higher intelligence.

Sounds like the credo of a psychopath.

vulcan

FTFY
 
2013-05-10 04:27:56 AM
I spent six months in a basement "apartment" (i.e., my brother's basement, where he let me crash), and otherwise would have been homeless, due to a major bout of depression in my 20's. Still have occasional battles with it, but nothing like that one moment of my life. It cost me a girlfriend who didn't understand why I would leave the bedroom anymore, and a good portion of my family for a very long time (they didn't get it). I ended up weighing about 115 pounds (down from about 175), as I only ate when my brother or his wife insisted on it.

Unlike many others, I don't recall what snapped me out of it exactly. I just got up one day, got dressed, and went and found a job. It took another two years to really get back to what I would consider 'normal', with some backsliding, but at least I never built that suicide machine I designed.
 
2013-05-10 04:33:55 AM

MmmmBacon: I spent six months in a basement "apartment" (i.e., my brother's basement, where he let me crash), and otherwise would have been homeless, due to a major bout of depression in my 20's. Still have occasional battles with it, but nothing like that one moment of my life. It cost me a girlfriend who didn't understand why I would leave the bedroom anymore, and a good portion of my family for a very long time (they didn't get it). I ended up weighing about 115 pounds (down from about 175), as I only ate when my brother or his wife insisted on it.

Unlike many others, I don't recall what snapped me out of it exactly. I just got up one day, got dressed, and went and found a job. It took another two years to really get back to what I would consider 'normal', with some backsliding, but at least I never built that suicide machine I designed.


You bring up a good point I look great right now I lost about 20 pound in my last depression. Sad thing is I have barely no energy or stamina ATM.
Although yea some of my depressions ended without meds, some went on for over a year before I went on meds. So take that as you will.
 
2013-05-10 04:37:16 AM

tinfoil-hat maggie: jimmythrust: tinfoil-hat maggie: jimmythrust: tinfoil-hat maggie: jimmythrust: I, for one, am thrilled at the medicalization of what would have previously had me committed to a sanitarium. I'd rather appear normal-ish to some and have a job few would dare to try.

Yea, pretty much but back in those days I would have been sent there for other reasons O_ 0

I remember reading Hammer of the Gods, the crappy Zeppelin tell-all, wherein the boyos claimed to chase the girls hospitalized for chronic masturbation...was that your problem as well? Cuz I hear ya, sister! :-)

I remember my first stay in a mental ward there was a girl like that but I don't think anyone would have chased her.
/Sorry
//And no that's not what I was thinking but I probably have had enough suicide attempts to keep me in in the old days.

Well, that's the one thing where it's ok to try and to fail. We are glad that you are here, and you should be as well, As for the meds--it's definitely no hard science. That's why I'm against dosing children. But adults have the wherewith all to know what works for them. If you're proactive about what is helping your brain, you win. If you blindly accept and then categorically denounce because Zoloft wasn't totally awesome, you're kind of a jerk!  The toughest thing is convincing someone who won't go on meds that meds are their best option, amirite?

Well meds for me at times are great, therapy well I have a very cool therapists I've been seeing for about 14 years now well sometimes off and on. I moved to Nashville for awhile and only had phone consults with her at times.

But the thing is I mean I had a more difficult time admitting to myself and others that I have this mental thing that can pop up when untreated than I did telling my parents I was gay. Well really bi but at that time I was with a girl I was gonna be with forever right? But still, both have affected my life and only one I felt a real stigma about or that it was something wrong with me.
Anyway,
Meds ...


Stigma is bullsh@t. You are who you are. And that is a really good thing, no matter what!!!
 
2013-05-10 04:47:17 AM

jimmythrust: Stigma is bullsh@t. You are who you are. And that is a really good thing, no matter what!!!


Word, and with that I'm gonna get some zzz's.
 
2013-05-10 04:58:55 AM
Yay, laughcrying at/with someone flying the same mental airline as me.

Thanks, Allie Brosh
 
2013-05-10 04:59:53 AM

Contrabulous Flabtraption: Have any of you sad sacks tried manning (or womanning) up and dealing with things? Depression is like adhd, namely that its not a real thing.


Well, that's a load off my mind! All this time I've been taking antidepressants to keep from living my life in an endless grey haze of utter hopelessness, and now I find out it wasn't even real.  Guess I'll tell my doctor I won't be needing any more refills.  Thank you for your sage-like wisdom, random douche bag on the internet!
 
2013-05-10 05:49:46 AM

Bandito King: torusXL: Bandito King: I would normally have something biting to say in reply but... wha? I'm having trouble seeing how you got cowardice out of what I typed. I could see 'mean' or 'lack of empathy' or 'potential troll'. I just don't understand your response.

Should I just quote you to you? Guess that's what it takes with ignoramuses like you. 

Bandito King: I desperately want to ignore them myself.

It's cowardice because you say that your fear of depressed people is more important to you than is lending a helping hand to depressed people - who are in reality good people with the misfortune of a kinked up nervous system.

Ohhhhhh! No, you misunderstand. I'm not threatened by them, I find them irritating. See, my farked up nervous system gives me the 'rage' and it's exacerbated by mopey little shiats like this. So sorry I can't be bothered to filter it like I do when I'm out in the world but eh, it's fark. Plus, you know, I couldn't give less of a damn about your feelings.

Most people are expected to cope. Depressed people just give up and let themselves be overwhelmed by the monumental task of getting out of bed. You want me to empathize with that? I'd rather euthanize them. So it's best for my sanity and theirs if they just keep it to themselves like an... what's the word... oh, adult. You don't matter. Your feelings don't matter. Get over it or kill yourself. But for chrissakes, Shut. The. fark. Up. About it.


But you seem to be under the impression that your opinion matters, or else you wouldn't post it. Do you think that you are somehow special? Also,flying into a rage over a blog post no one forced you to read and then  calling for people you don't like to be killed kinda makes you sound like a complete lunatic.
 
2013-05-10 06:03:21 AM

Toquinha: torusXL: Bandito King: I would normally have something biting to say in reply but... wha? I'm having trouble seeing how you got cowardice out of what I typed. I could see 'mean' or 'lack of empathy' or 'potential troll'. I just don't understand your response.

Should I just quote you to you? Guess that's what it takes with ignoramuses like you. 

Bandito King: I desperately want to ignore them myself.

It's cowardice because you say that your fear of depressed people is more important to you than is lending a helping hand to depressed people - who are in reality good people with the misfortune of a kinked up nervous system.

I don't know if it's entirely fair to dismiss the inability to deal with people who are clinically depressed is cowardice. I was in a live-in relationship with someone who was clinically depressed. When you're just trying to be supportive and just about everything you try to do gets summarily ignored or thrown back at your face, what else is there to do? And what about when the person in question actually starts becoming hostile in response? What then?


What then? You cope the best you can, that's what. Sometimes you don't have the luxury of ignoring it or escaping it. Like when it was my dad's brain tumor causing all that shiat. I think if I'd abandoned him to his fate, "coward" would have been an excellent fit. Whether it would fit your situation depends on what your relationship was with the ill person. I wouldn't have put up with nearly as much for a casual friend or roommate as I would for my close family.
 
2013-05-10 06:15:19 AM

Contrabulous Flabtraption: Have any of you sad sacks tried manning (or womanning) up and dealing with things? Depression is like adhd, namely that its not a real thing.


How adorable! It's like a cargo-cult version of trolling. Style but no substance. :)

// and "womaning" only has one "n"
 
2013-05-10 06:42:37 AM

raptusregaliter: Dinobot: Elandriel: Woo! My first green. :D

This is one of her heavier pieces but most of her other posts are absolutely hilarious. Much advised.

Honestly I don't care if she's "back" or not, just that she is okay. She disappeared fairly abruptly when she became depressed.

I noticed Boyfriend is not mentioned at all on this post nor the previous depression one.

Actually, if you go back and read today's post, there's a cameo appearance in a few panels. I noticed that Boyfriend was there almost immediately, and was glad he hadn't bolted when her depressive sh*t hit the fan.

//while never in the horrible depths she's been to, there were parts that resounded for me
/I hope she continues her recovery
///I hope she's back to stay


This.

never there at those depths but familiar with pieces of it.

I know sloth. sloth came to visit just last week but moved on.

I've never seen her comic before but I am very taken by it. I spent the greater part of 4 am reading it and nearly had my own confusing cry laugh moment when I saw how brilliant depression has been described. Both the words and pictures nail it.

Glad she feels feels.
 
Skr
2013-05-10 07:32:32 AM
Always felt able to connect with her experiences a bit. Seems the general moral of this one is that "Things may never get better, but there is a more than zero chance that they might."
 
2013-05-10 07:36:44 AM
I see a lot of us were up at 4:30am reading this. Some of you are on my favorites. I used to call the period between 2am and 4am, the witching hours. Where anything can happen and the mind can go places. Sometimes good; sometimes bad.

I posted earlier on my phone which scarcely did it justice.

This is the first time I read anything by her...and I am blown away. The complete honesty was jarring and touching. The drawings while simple are brilliant at conveying meaning behind the words and emotion. It was great to read the part about pretending as a child and the different adventures each toy had.

I can also relate to the depression but never that deep. Unlike her (which sounds wrong.....), I had genuine reasons to be depressed. It didnt come from nowhere or creep up slowly. There was a period in my life where my friends would have a bad day and then would refer to the day as "I had a Coastalgrl day today". Really big and bad things would happen to me that would repeatedly kick me in the groin. I hope I expressed that correctly.

I then got worried because as bad as mine was, compared to her experiences, I have no farking excuse to whine. None. And that frightens me.

LIfe is so much better now and on the right track. I never had a corn moment. But I remember sloth. I remember 'sit on floor and stare'. I remember 'nothing'.

To those who have expressed their own experiences, I was going to write I understand, then I feel feels for you, but then I thought that was insulting to say to someone who doesn't feel. And I can never understand what someone is going through completely; but maybe empathize would be enough.
 
2013-05-10 08:11:48 AM

miss diminutive: Her first comic about depression and the internal dialog that eventually degenerates into a spiral of self-loathing and apathy was so dead on that I actually had to stop reading it and just hug my knees for a little while.


Can someone link this plz?
 
2013-05-10 08:40:04 AM

Cato: SmackLT: Happy to see that she's back

fark you. No, seriously, fark YOU. This isn't about you and whether or not you can read amusing things on the Internet. This is a human being who is in the middle of the black hole of depression. I don't care if she ever blogs again, as long as she gets the help she needs and can find her way back into the world outside the abyss. I've been there (not nearly as bad as her, but enough to see how terrifying it is) and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. I don't care that she was one of the funniest people on the net (and she really was). Her being "back" is irrelevant. Her being ALIVE is.


Wow, you really missed the entire point of my comment. I said that I was glad she's back--and I am.  I read the whole blog, and what I took from it was that she was in a really dark place, but that she seems to be coming out of it. Maybe she's not all the way out of it yet, but she's better to the point that she can write and post again, and I take that as a sign that even if she's not where she needs to be yet, she's recovering.

This seems to be a giant leap forward from where she was when she posted the blog before this one, and I take that as a good thing. I never said anything suggesting that I don't care about her and only want her to hurry up and start writing Hyperbole and a Half posts again, so I have no idea how exactly you managed to read that into what I wrote.
 
2013-05-10 08:47:11 AM

radarlove: Okay, this is probably a longshot and I know that, but...does anyone in this thread have any experience with or know anyone who has experience with the use of ECT or Trans-cranial Electromagnets in the treatment of depression?


Well, obviously, you should talk to at least two REAL doctors, rather than asking on Fark, but here's my experiences, fwiw:  ECT really helped an uncle of mine.  He gets it every couple years, and it's like re-booting a frozen computer; it REALLY helps him.  Then his mental and social functions slowly degrade, until it's time to reboot him again.

And an in-law had the brain magnets, they didn't help; she was on like 12 meds, so hard to tell what was doing what...so the docs turned them off, and then a grandkid sitting in her lap with a magnetic toy turned them on again...THAT was an interesting Christmas morning.

/2 data points not really a basis for anything, I know
 
2013-05-10 08:47:53 AM

Cato: Because it's f'n tacky. "Oh, I'm so glad you worked out your issues and no longer want to KILL YOURSELF so that you can be 'back'".

That absolutely deserves a double fark you.


I'm sorry that my well-wishes were so badly mistaken by you, but I assure you that what you read into my message has nothing at all to do with what I meant by it.
 
2013-05-10 08:56:32 AM

MacWizard: Thought I had already lost everything, but went to a bankruptcy hearing on Monday. They noticed I still had a guitar, keyboard and a shred of hope left. They are correcting my oversight. Spent last night with a handful of (metaphorical) dead fish and thinking it would be real helpful if I just had a heart attack.

Skipped work tonight so I could avoid the world and sleep too much. Woke up and stumbled upon this. Wow. I really needed to see both Allie's story and this thread today.

Thanks to all of you who shared your stories.


Wtf those should be covered under your personal property exemptions. Get a better attorney. No joke. I work in bankruptcy. Have the attorney amend your schedules to value those as inconsequential to the estate. You shouldn't have to lose that.
 
kab
2013-05-10 09:31:33 AM

AGremlin: If you understand and/or identify with this comic, you are depressed or at some time in your life have been depressed.

If you don't understand it, you're lucky.


Lots of this.

It was a good read, a good chunk of which I can empathize with, though for me it doesn't manifest itself quite the same way.

/still haven't seen any corn under the fridge.
 
2013-05-10 09:34:16 AM
I've felt like that for many years. Never went to a doctor, though, always figured it was a waste of time and effort. My method of learning how to cope is just faking it. And not telling people about it.
 
2013-05-10 09:40:42 AM
Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I understood the moment with the corn?

/Glad she's back.
 
2013-05-10 09:41:25 AM

namegoeshere: miss diminutive: Her first comic about depression and the internal dialog that eventually degenerates into a spiral of self-loathing and apathy was so dead on that I actually had to stop reading it and just hug my knees for a little while.

Can someone link this plz?


Here you go.
 
2013-05-10 09:42:13 AM
The whole thing makes echoes in my brain of all the people in the church where I grew up talking about the dangers of societal desensitization.
 
2013-05-10 09:46:10 AM

Theory Of Null: I chug along, like a farm laborer hoeing an endless field, and occasionally a little nugget of happiness or satisfaction turns up and I enjoy it, until the feeling fades and I go back to the dull existence of endlessly hoeing, in hopes of another nugget showing up. My pets help a lot. Keeping other people at arm's length helps, since it avoids potential hurt and angst.

I watch other people leading happy, satisfying lives and wonder how it feels, much like someone born with just one arm watches other people clap. I didn't create this depression, I was born to it. I've learned to live with it, just like the one armed man. I don't fear suicide, I see it as a last resort, like a test pilot being comforted by having an ejection seat to use if it becomes necessary.</i>

Just went the thread again. Those last two paragraphs are just a perfect summation of me, sans pets.

Yeah, well said man.


Thirded. For me, having a cat or two is critical -- it's the most responsibility I can handle, *and* the knowledge that I am responsible for another living creature gives me a reason not to give up. Whenever I start thinking the really bad thoughts, I just remind myself that I have to stick around for the cat.
 
2013-05-10 09:46:14 AM
Does anyone else hate those stories where the bad guy wins? That feeling of just waiting for someone to get there well-deserved comeuppance, but it never happens? That's how I felt when I read her piece, The God of Cake.

I kept hoping that a parent would burst in and end the shenanigans, or at least a bit about how now with hindsight she feels bad for her ruining her mom's gesture to her grandpa, but she seems proud of it to this day, and her reader-base on the site sure do support it.

Some of her stuff is funny (like the bit about moving with dogs), but she was an awful child.
 
2013-05-10 09:51:15 AM

ryant123: namegoeshere: miss diminutive: Her first comic about depression and the internal dialog that eventually degenerates into a spiral of self-loathing and apathy was so dead on that I actually had to stop reading it and just hug my knees for a little while.

Can someone link this plz?

Here you go.


Thank you : )
 
2013-05-10 09:57:01 AM

namegoeshere: ryant123: namegoeshere: miss diminutive: Her first comic about depression and the internal dialog that eventually degenerates into a spiral of self-loathing and apathy was so dead on that I actually had to stop reading it and just hug my knees for a little while.

Can someone link this plz?

Here you go.

Thank you : )


Oh been there...
 
2013-05-10 10:15:01 AM

jimmythrust: The toughest thing is convincing someone who won't go on meds that meds are their best option, amirite?


Part of the problem, at least in my experience, is that nowadays GPs are prescribing a lot of the antidepressants and other psych drugs. I had a pretty negative experience several years ago because of that - I basically had the prescription and took the pills until I decided to stop taking them...cold turkey. No one seemed to monitor or care what I did, which is really helpful treatment to a person with depression/anxiety. I also wasn't in a great position to advocate for myself and put too much blind faith in the GP.

GPs need to leave the psych stuff to the psych doctors...at the very least they're supposed to know a little more about it.
 
2013-05-10 10:27:36 AM

Cato: SmackLT: Happy to see that she's back

fark you. No, seriously, fark YOU. This isn't about you and whether or not you can read amusing things on the Internet. This is a human being who is in the middle of the black hole of depression. I don't care if she ever blogs again, as long as she gets the help she needs and can find her way back into the world outside the abyss. I've been there (not nearly as bad as her, but enough to see how terrifying it is) and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. I don't care that she was one of the funniest people on the net (and she really was). Her being "back" is irrelevant. Her being ALIVE is.


HER POSTING ON THE INTERNET IS A GOOD SIGN SHE IS NOT DEAD AND SHE IS A GOOD PERSON AND WE VALUE HER OUTPUT AND YOU ASSUMING shiat IS JUST NUTS BASK IN THE GOODNESS OF MS PAINT COMICS WITH TEXT IN BETWEEN AND SLOW YOUR GODDAMN ROLL
 
2013-05-10 10:50:30 AM
I am glad she is doing marginally better
Depression sucks

\Sorry your fish are dead
 
2013-05-10 11:07:36 AM
My mother was diagnosed bipolar, had 3 diagnosed major depressive episodes, and probably killed herself. (Died overnight. They counted out her sleeping pills, and didn't find enough missing to conclude she'd OD'd, but I don't believe them. She hoarded them. She was also had a 160+ IQ, and probably saved them up as part of a plan.)

Her brother is on meds for depression. My sister is, too.

My maternal grandfather died by suicide.

My paternal grandfather died by suicide following a couple of years of alcohol abuse.

My father's mother's father died by suicide.

There are enough alcoholics and depressives in my extended family to field a baseball team or two.

I've had a half-dozen periods in my life that fit the textbook bipolar description.

So, I've seen it up close.

That said, I think at least 90% of people would be more or less cured of depression, anxiety and bipolar disorder with a regimen of vigorous exercise, a near-paleo diet, proper sleep habits, and avoidance of drugs and excessive alcohol.
 
2013-05-10 11:10:58 AM

Bumblefark: ...I think the worst thing about the medicalization of depression is that it takes whole universes of human experience and understanding, and discards them as nothing more than symptoms of a malfunctioning brain...and all simply because those worlds happen to be unpleasant, either to the person inhabiting said world, or (just as often) those around them.


Have you been or are you depressed?
If your answer is no, then your post is just a steaming pile of arrogance.

Fromageball: GPs need to leave the psych stuff to the psych doctors...at the very least they're supposed to know a little more about it.


Maybe GPs don't quite have the training level to be fully effective, but think of the long term consequences of your idea. Psychiatrists are expensive, and if we were to require one for psychiatric treatment then millions of people with too little income and/or no health insurance would be left in the dark. So at least in today's society, it's good to have GPs freely able to prescribe many things, and it'd be bad to take away some of their ability and put more power in the hands of insurance companies.
The GPs are just fulfilling their Hippocratic oath. That's not to say some GPs may not be too gung-ho about antidepressants or whatever. Most things in life are best in moderation.

Bumblefark: tinfoil-hat maggie: Bumblefark: Yeah...that wasn't the point I was making. But, go ahead and stab aimlessly in the dark if it cheers you up.

Meh, I don't believe you have a point other than trolling with some absurd argument.

Oh, stop. I posted one comment suggesting that I wasn't thrilled with the idea of dismissing the total sum of depressive ideation as the result of a "kinked up nervous system." From that, you inferred I'm some anti-med zealot. And, somehow, that makes me a troll...

kay.


*HIGH FIVE* to tinfoil-hat maggie. We and others make a good team. Successfully chased out at least one of the self-centered asshats.

Toquinha: And what about when the person in question actually starts becoming hostile in response? What then?


Your question doesn't have an answer because that person is thinking the same thing. "OK, you're telling me 'cheer-up, Buttercup!'. What now?". It's the difference between clinical depression and sadness.

Some people just can't handle the truth...c'est la vie.
 
2013-05-10 11:15:56 AM
So... What did she do with the corn?
 
2013-05-10 11:45:41 AM
I <3 you all, depression sucks and trying to deal with it alone sucks even more.

A few misc. things I've learned in the ~12 years since my BP diagnosis:

- Don't be afraid to experiment. (Ha.) Meds can be REALLY hit-or-miss, and it's not uncommon to need to try several, alone or in combination, to find something that works AND does't kill you with side effects.

- Take your meds EVERY DAY. Missing even one pill effs you up for at least a few days. Set you cell phone alarm, take them with your coffee, do whatever it takes.

- If you can't afford your pills, ask about patient assistance programs. As a grad student with no prescription insurance, the pharma companies sent me a year's worth of expensive pills (no generics availalbe at the time) FREE because I was broke.

- Embrace the weird. When you're down, and something interests you, chase it like crazy. Whether it's hoarding GIFs of cute kittens, starting knitting projects that go nowhere, writing obscure fanfic, or trying to perfect the world's most perfect hot wing sauce, having something totally random to focus on gives you something to do, even if it's completely non productive, gives you something to do.

- Make lists. If you're obsessing or worrying, write down everything in your head, just to get it out of your brain, and then ignore the list for a while. If you want to go back later and say, oh that's dumb, why am I worrying about that, that's cool... or don't. But getting it out does help, IMO.

- Do the boring stuff. When you're in a funk, you forget to do things like eat lunch and take showers. Chore charts may be for kids, but if you make yourself check off "brushed teeth," "ate something," etc., then you at least cover the basics that will keep things from slipping more.
 
2013-05-10 11:55:42 AM

SporkQueen: I <3 you all, depression sucks and trying to deal with it alone sucks even more.

A few misc. things I've learned in the ~12 years since my BP diagnosis:

- Don't be afraid to experiment. (Ha.) Meds can be REALLY hit-or-miss, and it's not uncommon to need to try several, alone or in combination, to find something that works AND does't kill you with side effects.

- Take your meds EVERY DAY. Missing even one pill effs you up for at least a few days. Set you cell phone alarm, take them with your coffee, do whatever it takes.

- If you can't afford your pills, ask about patient assistance programs. As a grad student with no prescription insurance, the pharma companies sent me a year's worth of expensive pills (no generics availalbe at the time) FREE because I was broke.

- Embrace the weird. When you're down, and something interests you, chase it like crazy. Whether it's hoarding GIFs of cute kittens, starting knitting projects that go nowhere, writing obscure fanfic, or trying to perfect the world's most perfect hot wing sauce, having something totally random to focus on gives you something to do, even if it's completely non productive, gives you something to do.

- Make lists. If you're obsessing or worrying, write down everything in your head, just to get it out of your brain, and then ignore the list for a while. If you want to go back later and say, oh that's dumb, why am I worrying about that, that's cool... or don't. But getting it out does help, IMO.

- Do the boring stuff. When you're in a funk, you forget to do things like eat lunch and take showers. Chore charts may be for kids, but if you make yourself check off "brushed teeth," "ate something," etc., then you at least cover the basics that will keep things from slipping more.


We do the chart stuff at my home when it gets bad, but I wonder if that feeds the OCD beast a bit too much...
Meds are very VERY important. Don't let anyone pressure you into stopping them, including yourself. "I just want to be normal" is often the precursor to really bad times.
 
2013-05-10 12:09:28 PM
The problem for people with legitimate depression is that for every one of them, there's five people complaining about depression who are just doing it because for some reason weakness is considered a personality quirk these days. Aren't I interesting, I can't eat gluten? I have PTSD really bad from high school, doesn't that make me deep?


I've seen people with legitimate depression. You can tell that something isn't right upstairs. They can literally tell that they don't process the world the way a normal person does but they would like to. Then there mopey farks who would be better if they just ate a steak and went outside for a while.
 
2013-05-10 12:35:40 PM

CynicalLA: I was joking but I heard it isn't what it used to be.  The grass isn't always greener.  And changing locations is no way to try and help depression.


OTOH it can be the best thing to do for yourself.  I ended up selling my house warts and all to a vulture capitalist and the weight off my back was worth the value lost in going for that kind of deal.
 
2013-05-10 02:11:56 PM

Chaghatai: Does anyone else hate those stories where the bad guy wins? That feeling of just waiting for someone to get there well-deserved comeuppance, but it never happens? That's how I felt when I read her piece, The God of Cake.


You must have missed the part where she throws up the cake all over her grandparents' floor. That was probably punishment enough to ensure she never did that again.

/Mom took a different tack with me. She allowed us to eat as much candy as we wanted until we got sick. To this day, I prefer carrots over cookies.

SporkQueen: Embrace the weird. When you're down, and something interests you, chase it like crazy. Whether it's hoarding GIFs of cute kittens, starting knitting projects that go nowhere, writing obscure fanfic, or trying to perfect the world's most perfect hot wing sauce, having something totally random to focus on gives you something to do, even if it's completely non productive, gives you something to do.


Hehe. I had "Peki's Big Thing" about two summers ago. Got me into reading a lot about politics and the economy. I now know way more about the Fed than probably any lay person should. Unfinished projects are a little annoying to others though, so the caveat I'd give on this is, "Involve others in your project carefully."

Coastalgrl: I can also relate to the depression but never that deep. Unlike her (which sounds wrong.....), I had genuine reasons to be depressed. It didnt come from nowhere or creep up slowly. There was a period in my life where my friends would have a bad day and then would refer to the day as "I had a Coastalgrl day today". Really big and bad things would happen to me that would repeatedly kick me in the groin. I hope I expressed that correctly.


Fistbump. I've had a major trauma every 2-3 years since I was 3 (I'm now almost 30--trying to plan a good 30th bday party as I haven't wanted to celebrate it since a lot of that trauma has happened right around my bday, but that's a neat trick when you have 0 cash). When I describe to people my life's story, eventually their eyes glaze over because they simply can't accept that a human being who lives in the United States could have gone through that much shiat. Then I start pulling newspaper articles and the like, and then the horror and fear just makes them run away.

That's part of why my story here on Fark may seem so weird. There's no way I could possibly describe everything here, so the best I can do is give little glimpses and explanations. Then everyone jumps on my shiat because they don't know the whole picture, and of course they don't care enough to find out. *shrug* Easy to be judgmental and jump to conclusions. Much harder to actually help someone out.
 
2013-05-10 02:22:00 PM

Shadow Blasko: The corn isn't always good.

I'm just saying ... been there. My "corn" moment was when I realized I had completely snapped and needed professional supervision.

Corn moments are milestones... sometimes good, sometines bad. Always traumatic.

/SSRI Withdrawal syndrome sucks ASS


I'm going through the same thing right now with Prestiq. That strip has been my life for the past year, especially the last month. - I'm still waiting for my "corn" moment.
 
2013-05-10 02:38:31 PM

Peki: Fistbump. I've had a major trauma every 2-3 years since I was 3 (I'm now almost 30--trying to plan a good 30th bday party as I haven't wanted to celebrate it since a lot of that trauma has happened right around my bday, but that's a neat trick when you have 0 cash). When I describe to people my life's story, eventually their eyes glaze over because they simply can't accept that a human being who lives in the United States could have gone through that much shiat. Then I start pulling newspaper articles and the like, and then the horror and fear just makes them run away.

That's part of why my story here on Fark may seem so weird. There's no way I could possibly describe everything here, so the best I can do is give little glimpses and explanations. Then everyone jumps on my shiat because they don't know the whole picture, and of course they don't care enough to find out. *shrug* Easy to be judgmental and jump to conclusions. Much harder to actually help someone out.


I am willing to hear your story in its completeness to try to understand what you are going through.  My email is in my profile.  As posted upstream my wife has minor bouts of depression and would like to understand more about it.
 
2013-05-10 02:56:16 PM

World Traveling Navy Vet: Peki: Fistbump. I've had a major trauma every 2-3 years since I was 3 (I'm now almost 30--trying to plan a good 30th bday party as I haven't wanted to celebrate it since a lot of that trauma has happened right around my bday, but that's a neat trick when you have 0 cash). When I describe to people my life's story, eventually their eyes glaze over because they simply can't accept that a human being who lives in the United States could have gone through that much shiat. Then I start pulling newspaper articles and the like, and then the horror and fear just makes them run away.

That's part of why my story here on Fark may seem so weird. There's no way I could possibly describe everything here, so the best I can do is give little glimpses and explanations. Then everyone jumps on my shiat because they don't know the whole picture, and of course they don't care enough to find out. *shrug* Easy to be judgmental and jump to conclusions. Much harder to actually help someone out.

I am willing to hear your story in its completeness to try to understand what you are going through.  My email is in my profile.  As posted upstream my wife has minor bouts of depression and would like to understand more about it.


Me too.
 
2013-05-10 03:05:25 PM
This post came just in time for me.
 
2013-05-10 03:05:45 PM

Peki: When I describe to people my life's story, eventually their eyes glaze over because they simply can't accept that a human being who lives in the United States could have gone through that much shiat. Then I start pulling newspaper articles and the like, and then the horror and fear just makes them run away.


Yep, I can relate. My life story makes therapists cry. I sometimes forget not to tell stories like the one where my parents had to panel the entire downstairs because they couldn't paint over the huge bloody handprints (which is really a pretty funny story from my POV). At least my family never made the papers, though, so that's good, I guess.
 
2013-05-10 03:06:07 PM
Sorry if this has been posted before - but it's so true:

http://www.madinamerica.com/2012/02/why-anti-authoritarians-are-diagn o sed-as-mentally-ill/

"Often a major pain of their lives that fuels their anxiety and/or depression is fear that their contempt for illegitimate authorities will cause them to be financially and socially marginalized; but they fear that compliance with such illegitimate authorities will cause them existential death. "

Which is why I'm chronically late to work. Or call in, like today.  :-/

It's a good thing I *actually* do my job above-average or I'd be shiat-canned by now.
 
2013-05-10 03:09:21 PM

gglibertine: Theory Of Null: I chug along, like a farm laborer hoeing an endless field, and occasionally a little nugget of happiness or satisfaction turns up and I enjoy it, until the feeling fades and I go back to the dull existence of endlessly hoeing, in hopes of another nugget showing up. My pets help a lot. Keeping other people at arm's length helps, since it avoids potential hurt and angst.

I watch other people leading happy, satisfying lives and wonder how it feels, much like someone born with just one arm watches other people clap. I didn't create this depression, I was born to it. I've learned to live with it, just like the one armed man. I don't fear suicide, I see it as a last resort, like a test pilot being comforted by having an ejection seat to use if it becomes necessary.</i>

Just went the thread again. Those last two paragraphs are just a perfect summation of me, sans pets.

Yeah, well said man.

Thirded. For me, having a cat or two is critical -- it's the most responsibility I can handle, *and* the knowledge that I am responsible for another living creature gives me a reason not to give up. Whenever I start thinking the really bad thoughts, I just remind myself that I have to stick around for the cat.


You too?

I don't how many times I've had thoughts like, "No, I can't just turn on the car and sit in the garage with the doors closed. Who would take car of the cat?"
 
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