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RE: Coping with Anxiety and Depression
Missed this one because Steemit is tough and overwhelming when you're new. And I'm fighting just to hold onto basic function at the moment. Just glad I've had years to develop coping mechanisms. You offer the best descriptions of how these disorders make us feel.
I have recently broken up with my big group of friends of the past 15 years. If you still haven't taken the time to try and understand me, but rather treat my conditions as character flaws, bye.
That’s very true!
They aren’t character flaws, but build who you are. To me they are as normal and ever consuming like breathing. Luckily I have friends that also have depression and anxiety and so on. People who I can share my experiences with and grow with.
No one needs people to downtalk them, when they are already doing it themselves on a daily basis.
Remember to make friends with people who helps you grow. Sink your ‘ship’, look who clings and goes down with you.
Those are the real people. 🖤
Hope you’re doing good on steemit. If you want to know anything or want a banner (that @katrah thing at the end of my posts) just message me or comment.
I probably need to find a local support group as I truly have let everyone go. I'm not in a place to be making decisions about new people in my life. That's going to take a while and I'll never get that close to more than one or two individuals again.
Still trying to figure out the patterns to success on Steemit while being plagued with bad chronic anxiety and today, for the first time in months, I am depressed. I'm online to keep from running into the walls because it's the suicidal kind and mixed with anxiety bordering on panic.
No particular trigger. I was up at 5am and felt great until about 9. Then the colour just drained out of everything.
At least this post is testament to the success of the coping mechanisms I've developed. I'll never commit suicide because of these stupid shit disorders. But I know that I'm suicidal. I know that I'm acutely depressed and incapable of experiencing any pleasure at all at this juncture. So I force myself to communicate, to reach out and use that core of my being that is buried so deep under all this to punch through into reality, because I cannot connect to consensus reality in any other way today. People are stupid. Life is stupid and meaningless. My favourite series and reads and music all leave me cold.
And I am managing to be thankful for two things while everything is black. Having the best brother and best dog I could have asked for.
Don't ever do it. It's not worth it.
The good side of having been on the bad side of things is you know how low you can go, and you've been there before and you're still here. You know you can make it through because you've done it before. You've faced the darkness. It's a strength. Take pride in that. It's not something everyone can say for themselves. You've been through hell, and you maybe live there full time, but you've been tested and you've survived this long, you can make it through.