Stigmata
The Freeman
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depression is like herpes. You can pretend it's not there, but that's not going to stop the itching.
That quote somewhat alleviated my insomnia and brightened my mood.
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depression is like herpes. You can pretend it's not there, but that's not going to stop the itching.
I do believe depression is a type of disease, but it's so hard to imagine you know? The brain and all the body's "hormones" are a complicated thing to imagine it can be linked to behavior.You know what, maybe it'd just be easier if I put it this way: depression is like herpes. You can pretend it's not there, but that's not going to stop the itching.
I do believe depression is a type of disease, but it's so hard to imagine you know? The brain and all the body's "hormones" are a complicated thing to imagine it can be linked to behavior.
That's almost how I feel on a daily basis right now. Not all of the time, but quite often (or at least when I notice it). It's like, I'll be doing something quite mundane, like today as I was walking down the sidewalk to return a video, and for no reason at all I suddenly... notice myself... just living. As though I became aware of what I was doing on another level, and I think to myself, "was I just doing that?" Like nothing I do ever really gets through to me, or pierces the depth that it used to; I'm just acting out my own life while somewhere inside my true consciousness is hidden away... safe from it all. The worst part is I'm not on any drugs, and haven't been for years. It's just the way I constantly placate myself, drop out of reality when I'm uncomfortable, skirt responsibility, content myself with temporary thrills and be damned with fulfillment. It's not healthy... it's no way to live, not for where I'm at. Not for where I should be, anyway.It's almost as if I've spent the last few years lost in my mind, consciously aware of every one of my thought processes, but not aware that I was aware of said thought processes - in essence, I was slightly insane.
That's almost how I feel on a daily basis right now. Not all of the time, but quite often (or at least when I notice it). It's like, I'll be doing something quite mundane, like today as I was walking down the sidewalk to return a video, and for no reason at all I suddenly... notice myself... just living. As though I became aware of what I was doing on another level, and I think to myself, "was I just doing that?" Like nothing I do ever really gets through to me, or pierces the depth that it used to; I'm just acting out my own life while somewhere inside my true consciousness is hidden away... safe from it all. The worst part is I'm not on any drugs, and haven't been for years. It's just the way I constantly placate myself, drop out of reality when I'm uncomfortable, skirt responsibility, content myself with temporary thrills and be damned with fulfillment. It's not healthy... it's no way to live, not for where I'm at. Not for where I should be, anyway.
In other news, good to hear you're feeling a bit better. Make the most of it, man.
Damnit, my tea got cold as I was writing that... I dwell too much.
That's exactly how I was.
My advice? Do a gram or two of shrooms. Not that that necessarily had anything to do with my change in consciousness.
I feel like shit...
Depression is a monster, and it slowly devours what little bit i have left in myself...
Its about to be 3 in the morning, but my mind wants no rest. I tire myself out almost everyday so i can get my mind away, and to make myself sleep, but it never works. On average, i get about 4 hours of sleep a night, tossing and turning is a commonplace, and its summer...
I lie down every night, and my mind is rushed with the thoughts i try to suppress, and i ponder how my life has gone, but continue to view it through pessimistic eyes, and the images i try to forget come flowing in, the scars, cuts, pills, and blood that were in or on my body never seem to go away, and loneliness begins to take its toll...
I exercise nearly everyday, i hang out with friends, i smoke weed, but they are often brief respites from the sadness...
I used to take medication, i've been taking it since i was 13, i feel like i've tried them all. Zoloft, paxil, seroquel, its all been dumped into me at some point or another. I don't know if it did me good or bad, perhaps its the reason why i ended up in the hospital, either way, i can't afford the ones i'm taking now...
I try so hard to keep going, but sometimes i feel like i'm never gonna make it. This is my life, this is who i am, this is depression...
Someday things will change, probably when i least expect it...maybe someday...
I didn't know so many of you were on anti-depressants.
The sheer fact that so many are and it hasn't worked out well makes me lose out hope and despair, because I was hoping one day to try them to see if they could stabilize my mood more and make me more productive because I would be happier.
Walls make me contemplate suicide.