How did you stop giving up on life?
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Anonymous
| Don’t rush it, you have forever to be dead. |
Anonymous
| Sounds cliche too but I really took the time to practice gratitude for what I do have. Also, reframing my mind. Its easy to concentrate on the negative. So for instance, a friendship of mine recently ended. Yes mourned it but then I remembered how great my other friends are |
Anonymous
| I forced myself to go outside and walk just 30 min a day. I automatically felt better. Then started some yoga and that helped too. But making yourself go outside to walk helped the most. |
Anonymous
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Life is beautiful without all the leeches around me. Once I got rid of them, it got very easy. Next step was to get rid of my job and abusive boss. Accomplished that too.
One step at the time perhaps. Now I just concentrate on my health and I get strength from nature. Took us forever to get here and I only a few did. I cannot through that away. |
Anonymous
| OP just sending positive thoughts toward you. Hang in there. |
Anonymous
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My mood lifted on prednisone but that’s not the reason I take it, and it will end soon.
I’m trying tapping with Brad (EFT) from YouTube videos and restarting therapy to learn some CBT skills. I joined an accountability group to help me stay motivated, and I’m getting outside more often. My recent illness threw me off track so I’m being easy on myself and eating well and doing anything I can to treat my body well. |
Anonymous
I am not unique in my previously self inflicted depression. But this is my unique situation, since you and another asked. I allowed my legal career and my ability to bring in work ruin my personal life and my health. Grinding myself down on my own mill, so to speak. Many multi thousand hour years. So I stopped that, and downshifted to a different form of the big law firm lower “down.” That decision came with some financial penalties, but I don’t care. I’m extremely fortunate to be able to do that. And I do the exact same thing as before, just less of it. That said, all the strivers can continue ruining their lives with offices at the wharf. I’ll be busy across the water running around Hains Point in the sun listening to our monthly partner meeting in my earphones. I check LinkedIn extremely infrequently. When I do, I often see friends posting about their rejuvenating vacation or whatever. I call that a Tuesday sometimes - like when I get up early and go out to Loudon to ride one of my bikes around farm land. Last year I randomly decided to do a road running race and see a DJ I like spin on a weekend in Europe. I left on a Thursday. Nobody had any idea where I was. I did fold myself up in a seat at the back of the plane and stay at a hostel. Of course I’m in a unique situation- and, we don’t have children. I’m also still young (early 40s) But I know for a fact some people have become slaves to their work and don’t even know why. I think many people can make life changes if they are willing to forgo “things” and maybe some financial stability. It’s all a calculus. In the end, you have finite time on the planet. Some of the happiest people on earth are time rich and financially poor. You really won’t care about the deal or work thing you did 30 years from now. There is a TON of rad shit to do, whatever one is able to do physically or financially. I’m glad I figured that out. I’m here for a good time, even if it’s not a long time. |
Anonymous
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OP I’m right there with you.
I have two really demanding special needs kids who don’t seem to care about me at all. My husband’s only emotion is anger. If he’s not mad, he’s just surviving. Doesn’t talk to me anymore unless he has to. I have some medical issues that are pretty painful. The other day I had minor surgery. Opted for local anesthesia because my husband would likely be annoyed if I asked for a ride after general anesthesia. (He’s got tons of time but says I’m using him if I ask for help.) I came home from my procedure and got my own ice and meds. Picked up kids from school and made dinner. Nobody asked how I was or offered to help. It’s hard to feel like I matter. My lovely mother cares but can be a bit distant emotionally. She’s had a tough life and really holds it together. I wonder how she remains happy when she has so much to deal with. She seems to compartmentalize the bad stuff really well. I’m pushing through because she needs me. And I guess I need her. My husband would do the minimum as a father if I wasn’t around and he doesn’t believe our kids need help for their medical issues. I can’t let them go untreated. I need to be here for other people but I’m not here for me any more. Whatever happens to me is fine as long as I can get my family in a place where they can take care of theme. That’s all I focus on. I don’t know if there’s anything after death. If it’s all just over, I might as well stay here and be productive. |
Anonymous
| Your life needs a purpose. That's where religion comes in OP. |
Anonymous
It sounds like your husband is a miserable disgrace of a human being whether you ask him for help or not. Please don’t martyr yourself as you did the other day - accepting the local anesthesia, driving yourself home and getting your own meds, etc. Ask your DH. He can yell and scream all he wants and accuse you of whatever he likes, but who the F cares at this point. Let him have his infantile tantrums. You’ve internalized his attitude and don’t care about yourself but he is a disgusting pig. In the few seconds it took me to read your post I came to fully loathe him but I also want to shake you into standing up for yourself, his shi**y tantrums be damned. |
Anonymous
What did you do so some of us can just mimic and fake it until we make it? |