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I've been crying almost daily for a year now, while trying my ass off to keep a stiff upper lip. I've been desperately hanging on to the standard justifications (maybe tomorrow it'll be better, can't let them win, this will pass, won't rain forever, etc., etc.) out of sheer inertia, but I honestly can't say that I believe any of them.

I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out which way to take it in life, what to do with myself, but all I feel is the walls closing in. And they're suffocating me. The world is a fucking mess, my life is a fucking mess, I'm completely alone save for a couple of acquaintances with whom I have no true relationship, my close family is entirely dead (which, if I'm being perfectly honest, isn't all that different than when they were alive, except I've been grieving the death of my mother for five years now and it doesn't seem to end), and I'm getting old.

There is nothing which makes me want to wake up in the morning anymore. There is nothing to get me excited anymore. There is nothing to look forward to. And I don't think I'm depressed, because depression felt like letting myself sink in lukewarm tar. This feels like a desperate, rabid sadness, like my soul wants to shred my skin off and just howl itself apart. I can feel my innards wanting to live, truly live, to experience at least some satisfaction, some sort of enjoyment, but I don't know what I could do to get there.

I used to love being creative, but now it's as though that pipeline got clogged up with rotten socks. I used to love interacting with animals, but all I conclude when thinking about getting a dog is that it would be unfair to that poor creature to have it bunk up with my despondent ass. I used to love hanging out with friends, but all of my friends turned out to be people who were only looking out for themselves. I used to love my country, but there's nothing left to love around here anymore. I used to be fascinated by nature, now all I see is how little sense it makes and how worse it's getting due to climate change. I even used to love loving someone, but now I just think about having to go through the process of dating and I'd rather just throw my soul away than have to do that again. I loved smoking weed, now it's just a waste of money, because I'm just as miserable when stoned. I haven't felt joy in... I don't even remember how long, but most definitely not in the past decade...

And I'm so... so fucking tired. I feel more tired than I've ever felt in my entire life. And not "I need more sleep" tired, it's as though I'm one of those old cars abandoned in parking lots, with busted wheels and corroded bodywork, with weeds growing through the upholstery. I don't feel sick, I feel spent. Utterly spent.

And I don't think I can do this anymore.

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[–] [email protected] 21 points 1 month ago (2 children)

Hot air balloon pilots are always looking for crew people. Balloon clubs are having their annual safety seminars over the next couple months.

Repair stations are performing annual aircraft inspections, which requires a visual examination of every single panel on the balloon. They love having extra hands and eyes.

[–] [email protected] 8 points 1 month ago (2 children)

That genuinely sounds lovely! But hot air balloons aren't all that big in our country (Romania), most of my compatriots prefer to yell at their phones in public, pop illegal explosives months after New Year's, and just generally being uninteresting assholes...

[–] [email protected] 13 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) (1 children)

But hot air balloons aren't all that big in our country

So?

Ballooning isn't "all that big" anywhere in the world. It's a small community, but an extraordinarily welcoming one. We need help, and most of it is stuff we can show you how to do in a couple minutes. The hard part is connecting interested people with teams.

Romania actually has some very large balloon festivals that attract crews from around the world. Foreign teams rarely bring their whole crews, and rely on local volunteers. Big, special shape balloons often need 20+ local crew people.

No, if there is criticism to be laid on ballooning, it's that we often cancel our plans at the last minute, due to weather.

[–] [email protected] 7 points 1 month ago (1 children)

I honestly didn't even know we had hot air balloon stuff at all around here, I'll look into it. Thank you.

[–] [email protected] 7 points 1 month ago (1 children)

That's the same everywhere.

I would suggest looking for repair stations. Balloons need to be inspected and repaired by trained and licensed repairmen in certified facilities. As rare as balloons are, repair stations are rarer still. But, if you find one, they will know every balloon and team within 200 miles.

[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago

This actually sounds like it may even be a career-worthy thing, always wanted to get into some sort of "fixing things" job.

[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago (2 children)

I think balloons are possibly an example of an activity that would allow you to focus on external instead of internal and also require a degree of physical activity. Both of those are excellent ways to get a little break from what you described. I might add that suffering with thoughts and feelings sometimes is shortened by allowing ourselves to do it more intensely for a bit. I'd try both - allowing myself to wallow intensely for a bit and then get up and do something for a bit. Repeating as necessary. I've found it to help a little bit sometimes. It looks like you're getting quite a few responses. It's nice that others identify and care enough to write.

[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago

I really do need a break and I think even the slightest possibility of being allowed to join someone who's taking one of those things up and away from this fucking place would let me at least catch my breath.

I didn't expect to receive this many thoughtful replies, yeah... Makes me even sadder to think just how many lovely people are suffering...

[–] [email protected] 4 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago)

Exactly. Ballooning is just an activity that puts together physical activity, some structured socialization, sunshine, a little adrenaline...

And a flamethrower.

Everything is better with a flamethrower.

[–] [email protected] 8 points 1 month ago (1 children)

Not op but I'm interested. Do I just call a hot air balloon company and ask if they are hiring?

[–] [email protected] 8 points 1 month ago

That's one way, sure. Those companies typically do ride business.

I would suggest looking for repair stations. Every balloon needs to be inspected by a certified repairman every year, so those certified repairmen know every pilot in the area. Including the private pilots that don't do ride operations.

[–] [email protected] 15 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) (1 children)

Amazing how relatable this is and yet loads of us can still feel chronically isolated or without purpose in life. Do you have some idea what elusive condition might allow you to experience life as a gift? If not, I hope you find it.

I also hope to see you posting again. This may be a tangent, but I like your way with words! There's an understated grace in how you wrote this post. If writing isn't of interest to you that's cool. I just couldn't help pointing it out.

[–] [email protected] 7 points 1 month ago (1 children)

I honestly don't know... I realised I've lived my entire life for others so far, trying to achieve their standards for me, trying to fix their problems, trying to make them happy, not so that they'd be happy with me, but that they'd be happy enough with themselves to stop criticising every cell of my being for once. But now that they're all gone, there's nobody left to try to satisfy other than myself, and I don't... think there's enough of me left to be able to identify anything concrete. I feel like a tool without somebody to use it, if that makes sense. Purposeless, as you've said, and still.

Thank you! Writing used to be one of the things I loved (and literature in general), but it's now on life support, like everything else.

I'm so very sorry you could relate to my words. Honestly. And I truly hope you, too, will find your bliss!

[–] [email protected] 10 points 1 month ago (1 children)

Why are you me. Thats so fucked that I'm not the only one feeling like this. No one should feel like this. Yet here we are. The only thing keeping me going is seeing new games or anime that make me excited enough to wait for them to come out. If that ever stops ho boy am I fucked. But everything in between fucking suuuucks. Hope you find a way out of this hole. Maybe share it with the rest of the class once you're out.

[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago

No one should feel like this.

Yes. So bear witness. Write. Make art. Document what you're going through.

Do it for yourself, at least.

I say this with experience: you will forget the intensity, the gravity of what you're feeling. The coping mechanisms you've developed and mindset you've cultivated will stay, like muscle memory (so better cultivate healthy ones!). But when you go back to the stuff you made back then, you will be overwhelmed - both by how much worse it was than you remember, and how much stronger you are than you thought to have survived it.

(Also - writing can be really helpful for sorting through feelings and working things out.)

[–] [email protected] 12 points 1 month ago (1 children)

There's a lot in this world that will get you down, but you are wrong about the dog. There's a dog on death row right now that you could save. I guarantee it will be happier with you, even if you aren't perfect. And that dog will probably give you more love than any of us deserves. And that, often helps a little bit.

Go save some poor doggy, maybe they will save you back.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago

I didn't even think about that, now I feel ashamed... You're right. I'll look into adoption, thank you so much!

[–] [email protected] 10 points 1 month ago (1 children)

I don't know you, but boy I've felt that. Not as intensely or as long, for sure, but the helplessness and inner desire for... meaning? Adventure? But being stuck instead. Yeah that sucks.

If you ever want to just chat or whatever, feel free to hit me up with a dm. I may not be able to make the world at large better, but I can at least offer an ear.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago (1 children)

Yep, adventure, meaning, and also just simply a direction, to be honest... It's like I've managed to rebuild myself into a human-looking thing which is able to stand on its own, but I have no idea where to go from here...

Thank you so much for the offer, you may just see a message pop up from me!

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago

Directionless is definitely a feeling a lot of us have out here. I'll keep an eye on the inbox!

[–] [email protected] 9 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) (1 children)

What worked for me was to think hard about the reasons why I feel like shit, and what I could do about them - even the big, scary reasons. Especially the big scary reasons.

It's probably the only reason I'm still alive, because while I still struggle to bear living in this world, I can see the faintest glimmers of a new one that waits to be built. I just need to start (or in my case, to survive till I can start). I don't think I could keep going if I was just trying to achieve conventional norms of 'being happy'; those were never meant for me.

This isn't what I started with, but it is a good encapsulation: https://crimethinc.com/tce

It helped me to expand my idea of what it means to 'love' someone, or something: https://gl.crimethinc.com/2024/02/14/notes-on-love

And here's where I hope to be one day: https://crimethinc.com/2018/03/22/we-fight-because-we-like-it-maintaining-our-morale-against-seemingly-insurmountable-odds

[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago (2 children)

Hey, thank you very much for the resources! These pair up nicely with what I've been trying to expand myself toward.

Thing is, I have been doing the thinking - if there's one thing which I've learnt to appreciate about my mind is that it's so hungry for truth, that it can't lie to me even if it'd make me feel better (blessing and curse, really, but things of the mind are neither bad nor good, they just are). I know what causes me this hurt, it's both the state of the world and the state of myself, of how I seem to be wired.

And, yeah, I want to take my first few steps toward lending my hand to trying to fix things (volunteering, community work, maybe even politics, etc.), but I'd be lying if I said I don't feel... intimidated/overwhelmed/terrified by it all. I've been trying to work on myself through therapy and I actually managed to reach a place where I'm no longer a stranger to myself. I even managed to discover my "flavour" of spirituality, to reconnect myself with the Universe, to feel it around me again. But it's like the world keeps shifting the goalposts with every success, if that makes sense... Rediscovered myself only to open my eyes and be faced with the dumpster fire. 28 Days Later's opening feels relatable, waking up from a coma and into an apocalypse.

I keep feeling that I'm being thrown into different types of "deep ends," over and over again...

[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) (1 children)

But it’s like the world keeps shifting the goalposts with every success, if that makes sense… Rediscovered myself only to open my eyes and be faced with the dumpster fire. 28 Days Later’s opening feels relatable, waking up from a coma and into an apocalypse. I keep feeling that I’m being thrown into different types of “deep ends,” over and over again…

Sigh... yeah, that's relatable. I am trying to train myself to accept the world as it is, without overemphasizing my own (and other people's) emotional reactions to them - keeping things in perspective, basically.

The best way I've found do this is, unfortunately, meditation (I know, they were right, god fucking damn it). But seriously, I've found it really helpful. Moreover, consider that meditation is a coping mechanism developed by people who lived in much shittier times than ours; Gautama Buddha is traditionally presented as having developed his teachings in response to suddenly becoming aware of horrific things, which is the exact thing that many of us have been going through for the past few years.

Here are some resources that have helped me:

https://annas-archive.org/md5/bd811e54438e39c709895c8a85a99e32

https://www.mctb.org/

In this vein, there's a poem I want to share, from Kyle Tran Myhre's latest book. He doesn't seem to have posted it anywhere online, so I will just paste it, in a collapsible, below (pls don't sue me Kyle :3):

Hen March Fights On

In those wild early days, Hen March found herself surrounded by doubt. Some of that doubt was her own: bright blue lightning coursing through the larger cloud of other people’s doubt—their cynicism, their fatalism, their valid critique. The cloud, gray and formless, hung in the air outside Hen March’s always-open window. Sometimes that cloud spoke.

Sometimes, its voice was a hissing whisper like acid melting through glass. You’re never going to make it, you know. You never belonged here in the first place.

Other times, its voice was a soft murmur like rain. It’s okay that you’re going to fail. It doesn’t really matter. Nothing matters.

Still other times, its voice was clear, confident and enunciative, an inspiring roar. Let’s think about this rationally: what you aim to do simply won’t work. That doesn’t mean that there aren’t a hundred other things you could do. Why don’t you just go ahead and do those things!

Hen March listens to all the voices, because “just don’t listen to them” isn’t any kind of serious advice. She decides that if they were going to yap away at her anyway, she may as well get to know them.

The hissing whisper is afraid, always looking over her shoulder, waiting for something undefined—but bad—to happen. Hen March holds her hand, waits with her, and says this is also happening.

The soft murmur is tired, just so very tired. Hen March lets her nap on her shoulder, and says, it is okay to rest.

The inspiring roar is also afraid, underneath her bluster. She is bursting with ideas and possibilities but doesn’t know how to hold them. Hen March stays up late laughing and arguing with her. At one point, she says, we have time.

By taking the time to get to know her doubts, Hen March makes friends of them. Many years later, asked by a storyteller how she was able to keep fighting against such overwhelming odds, she remembers:

My doubts were always with me. When I got to know them, I was able to understand them as pieces of myself.

And the thing about me is I’m just a person. So no matter how cynical I felt, I was always able to remind myself that to surrender to cynicism is really to surrender to arrogance.

“Oh, I feel pessimistic, and I’m such a genius that I must be right!” Bah. Our fears, our doubts—they’re valid. But you don’t fight them; you don’t “beat” them. You try to understand them.

You try to be humble enough to remember that our personal doubts aren’t bigger than our collective power. They’re louder, sometimes, sure. But not bigger.

Finally, just a personal note before I log off and get back to the grind - I feel you, I really do. I remember being at the absolute end of my rope before; it was exhausting, and it hurts to know that you're there. I sincerely hope you feel better <3

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago

Yeah, I gave in and started trying to incorporate meditation into my habits, but if you'll allow another movie reference, it's like Dr. Octavius trying to contain the solar flares in Spider-Man 2... At least I like sitting with my thoughts, so silver lining, I guess... I'll digest the resources, any tip helps! Thank you for this!

As for the poem, it's beautiful! It reminds me of my depression years and how I managed to claw my way out of them (did it alone because I had no idea how to ask for help). Guess there's still a bit more clawing to do...

Thank you so much for everything! Sincerely! Knowing I'm not alone makes it simultaneously better and worse (because I hate it when people suffer...). But I am glad to hear that you're past the end of that rope! Gives me hope that maybe I'll get to see the sun again one day.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago (2 children)

Your sphere of consciousness is stuck too open, too wide, too zoomed out. You need to contract your universe into something small and manageable.

Anything that is overwhelming needs to be broken down into smaller sub-problems that are actionable. And problems should be solved with some consideration towards prioritization.

Otherwise you'll be stuck trying to solve Heat Death of the universe while your house burns down.

  1. Health
  2. Life
  3. Work
  4. Play

How are those things on a daily basis? Are you taking care of them? In the right order? Do you actually know what you want?

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[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago (2 children)

I wish I could go on a one-way trip outside our solar system. I wish I could see the Universe and just die out there, alone and in peace...

[–] [email protected] 5 points 1 month ago (1 children)

I hope this isn't inappropriate to share, as it literally begins with a potentially very triggering suicide attempt, but I think you may enjoy reading this somewhat short web comic/graphic novel about a scientist on mars who is struggling with existing.

I hope it helps, genuinely.

[–] [email protected] 4 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago)

Thank you! I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way, but I've been living with Death in my heart for so long, that it feels closer to family than anything else around me.

I'll dive into it.

[–] [email protected] 4 points 1 month ago (1 children)

Just out of curiosity, are you downvoting all of your own comments, or do you have some jackass stalking you?

[–] [email protected] 5 points 1 month ago

I remove the default upvote, one of my stupid little principles, I guess...

[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) (1 children)

Hey. I'm so sorry that you're feeling so spent, so tired, so helpless.

Faced with these feelings, you have tried what many sensible people do: we try to feel better by telling ourselves that it'll be okay, that tomorrow it'll stop raining. Sometimes that helps, especially if it indeed stops raining. However, if the rain doesn't stop, telling ourselves that it'll be okay feels fake. This is actually backed by research on the topic.

I don't mean to say that optimism is bad. I mean to say that maybe there's different paths that we can take, paths that I'll mention here. Maybe some of these paths are new to you (given that you mentioned wracking your brain). Hopefully they get you closer to where you want to be. Maybe you already know the paths (again, given that you mentioned wracking your brain). Hopefully there's a new way you learn to traverse them (for example by bike instead of walking, or looking up at the canopies and the valleys instead of looking down at the ground). Maybe they don't resonate at all with you, and at least you can have the certainty that you're not alone, that we have all struggled finding our path. It's all okay. Ultimately, it's up to you what you do.

This is a public forum and many others will hear my words. They may have heard me before and they will know that I tend to recommend a set of paths that lead to psychological flexibility. I do this because, regardless of what we're faced with in life, we will always be accompanied by our brain and its voice, our thoughts and their recommendations, and our sense of self and its aspirations. Psychological flexibility teaches us how to relate with ourselves, how to approach that machine that sometimes tells us that life is unlivable and we are unlovable.

You mentioned that your brain is telling you that the world is a mess, that you're lonely, that you're old. In a weird way, it's trying to take care of you. It's predicting where the tiger is hiding and how to avoid it. "Don't try dating or finding new friend-groups! It'll be exhausting and you'll leave there with nothing good". "The world's a mess. Don't even try." But our mind plays tricks on us. It's like a friend who is trying to take care of us but is sometimes confused. It's an advisor who sometimes nails it, sometimes fails miserably, and sometimes gets stuck. It's usually when our inner advisors get stuck that our lives become full of unnecessary suffering.

That's psychological rigidity. Our mind becomes a dictator, entirely sure of how the world works and what can and can't be done. Our thoughts become repetitive and our life shrinks, kind of like how you described the suffocating walls, closing in on you.

The good news is that there is a way of pivoting from psychological rigidity to psychological flexibility and that there is solid science behind this. Here's something I've said elsewhere some time ago:

Imagine the longest essay you've ever had to write for school. A dozen pages? Two dozen? Now picture it in front of you, printed out, on a desk. Imagine there's ten copies of your essay spread around the desk. Add another layer of essays on top. And another. And another. A hundred times. If you organized the documents into a single stack of paper, it would be 1.2 meters tall. That is how many randomly controlled trials there are on the effectiveness of Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT).

Here are two places where you can look at the evidence: one and two.

ACT has changed my life and that of hundreds of thousands of people. While I would suggest to get an ACT therapist (and a good one!), there is evidence that you can learn the skills of psychological flexibility if you engage in the appropriate mental processes, regardless of how. You can learn about how to do ACT exercises in A Liberated Mind, which you can find here https://stevenchayes.com/.

I hope you can see how those same words apply to this context.

Now, you mentioned crying daily with a stiff upper lip. But you also mentioned that you can feel your innards wanting to live, to truly live. These two are related. We hurt where we care and we care where we hurt. The crying and the yearning are two sides of the same coin. You have a yearning inside of you for life-affirming experiences. It hurts to see yourself not having them.

I just wanted to point out that this pain that you feel is tied to the passion for living a well-lived-life that you have inside of you. That energy that you have spent trying to tell yourself that things will get better, crying, putting up a facade— that energy can be redirected to a life that you find valuable. Hopefully the tools I mentioned earlier help you do exactly that.

Two things before I let you on your way.

First, you may consider the program "Healthy Minds". It's an app/program developed by a non-profit that has been tied to the research of meditation and human flourishing. I donate to them because their research is well grounded, their app is well designed, and they're life-changing. If you cannot do the investment of time or money or effort for ACT, Healthy Minds is the single easiest thing that you can do daily that will have the biggest impact in your life.

It's important to note that, while Healthy Minds is the easiest thing with the biggest impact, it's not a replacement for ACT or otherwise therapy. Here's a very cartoonish way of thinking about it, but it exhibits my point. Let's say you have been crawling on the floor. Healthy Minds helps you to walk. ACT is like the high-speed train. Walking is not a replacement for the high-speed train.

Second, as to feeling like a rusty and corroded car, it's worthwhile to point out that there are ways of removing rust and reinforcing existing structures. Heck, there's even recycling! A phoenix can arise from the ashes in the same way that people can grow from trauma (it's a thing; look up "post-traumatic growth").

I hope this helps.

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[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago (1 children)

I don't have anything poignant to add, but I get that feeling. I sit and look out the window just wondering what it would be like to "live."

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago (1 children)

I'm truly sorry you're familiar with it... I hope you'll manage to find an answer to that question, and I wish you inner peace until you get there!

[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago

Right back at you. 🫂

[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 month ago (1 children)

I reached the point in my chronic depression that I finally needed to do something about it almost a year ago. From what you've written it sounds similar to how I was feeling. I don't know if you've tried therapy or antidepressants or anything, but I can tell you that I felt incredibly stupid for not trying them sooner and just living in misery for years.

I was lucky and Zoloft worked for me. I just stopped constantly hating myself and feeling like I was just waiting to die. I'm starting to end using it now, but I found it incredibly helpful to get a sort of "break" from the way I was feeling. It was like I was able to get my head above water and breathe again; I had been drowning in my depression for so long.

Just using my experience to say I hope you try some things and are able to find success with them. I thought I wouldn't get anything out of therapy and was skeptical about trying medications, but it happened to help me and I felt silly for waiting as long as I did to try something.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago

Therapy has helped me immensely, especially to get out of and manage my depression (this is not the worst I've ever been, to be honest)! As for medication, both my therapists and I agreed that I am still in a place where, with enough work and mindfulness, I can keep things under control without the need for medication. And I still agree, as I've not fallen as badly as I did about a decade ago.

This is why I strongly suspect that this is not depression, and my therapists agreed that, at least, it is not a severe form of it if nothing else. I am simply reacting to the conditions around me, and life has not been necessarily kind during the past decade. I do have some form of hypersensitivity in terms of emotional intensity, as sometimes any emotion can be overwhelming (I also have some form of Stendhal Syndrome), so management takes a bit more work.

[–] [email protected] 4 points 1 month ago (1 children)

... it's as though I'm one of those old cars abandoned in parking lots, with busted wheels and corroded bodywork, with weeds growing through the upholstery.

Since you put it this way, I would like to introduce you to The Holey Goat.

And if you want to see the whole thing, there's a playlist.

It might sound stupid, but this project hit me in the right place at the right time. It's never too late.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago (1 children)

Thank you! This looks like a brilliant watch!

Although, I'll be honest, I don't see myself as a former beast, more like this:

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[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago

If you're down for binging the entire playlist, I highly recommend it. The long version does a much better job of showing just how much went into it.

[–] [email protected] 4 points 1 month ago (1 children)

This sounds like you're describing an "Identity Crisis". source

I have no professional expertise. I recommend you reach out to a professional for good guidance. The one thing I can offer is that it sounds like you've been someone else for some many other people that you've may never been able to explore who you are or who you want to be. If you at this low right now, then perhaps this is the lowest point and, with your actions, it only gets better from here.

I'm only seeing you from miles away, but you are in my thoughts.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago

Oh, yep, been going through it for a decade and a half, believe me...

I've been through the worst of it, though, right after finishing Uni - had a complete system breakdown, fell into a deep depression characterised mainly by self-hatred for about 7 years, but I managed to pull myself out of it, then sought therapy to cement my work and to build upon it. I still don't have the full picture (and I'm starting to doubt I ever will, as we're frustratingly dynamic creatures from a psychological standpoint), but I've at least identified my 'core' aspects and I try to nurture them as much as I can.

I can sorta' see who I am, but, as you've said, not exactly who I want to be - I'm still trying to reconcile what I've understood about myself so far with fitting into the greater context of humanity, but it's so hard to relate to people who haven't been through The Suck... Feels like I'm pretty much on my own with this, and it's... not a happy thought...

I am window shopping for therapy again, but I wanted to give "swimming on my own for a bit" an honest try beforehand - my previous therapist tried to encourage me to develop more confidence in what and how I think (ironically, the consensus among them was that my thinking isn't the problem, not having any faith in it is). I want to respect the homework, but I'm done trying to demolish brick walls with my face.

Thank you so much, it really does mean a lot to me!

[–] [email protected] 4 points 1 month ago (6 children)

Try a big dose of psychedelics

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Thank you, I'll watch it before bed time. Right now I feel the need to stand in my kitchen and chain smoke until my trachea starts hurting.

[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago

It's probably the best thing that's on YouTube. Watching that kid go from a babe in the woods to an experienced traveller and a brilliant filmmaker in such an authentic way is very inspiring.

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