Another addition to the forum crazies
 

I made an appointment with a counselor today; my first visit will be next Thursday.
I've had a problem with depression for years, but I guess my relationship was the only thing that was keeping me from noticing it, or I don't really know.
The breakup is pretty bad for me, but then my best friend immediately started hitting on my ex and tried to lie to me about it, and since most all of my friends are either across the city or out of state, I've been pretty much alone for the past month, my Meniere's has gotten to a point where I couldn't keep my new job as a night stocker, and I reached a low where I realized I either needed to get help, or the thoughts of wanting to hurt myself or worse would just keep getting worse.
I know I'm pretty much the annoying kid here on the forums, but I'm having a really hard time with all of this, and I was hoping some of you guys ad advice or something to help me out.
Thanks guys.

Have you met the people here?

My Advice: Come back for advice when you have real problems.

damn you people are damaged just take it slow seriously

Turn away from religion and start listening to real hip hop.

Wu Tang Clan, you're my only friend

^Getting diabetes doesn't help depression.

Ls: stock your dick in a co-worker.

this:also:
that

if you get lucky maybe you can their endcaps

I don't like having depression and having to constantly ignore the urge invite my friends to a party that's just an excuse for me to serve everybody Kool-Aid laced with strychnine, so I won't die alone.

But it does make my hallucinogenic adventures more interesting.

Goto a strip club

Get a hobby, play an instrument, find something you like to do. Don't check the bitches Facebook every 5 minutes and do something to occupy time that would otherwise be spent thinking about this broad. I just went through the same thing, it gets easier.

Edit- unloading your meatloaf in a couple of dumpster pussies helps too.

Make sure you unload it like a bat out of hell.

What are you, Sappy, 20 or something? Follow the advice already given - stop looking for a relationship and just have some serious s3x.

Masturbate all the time and I mean ALL the time.

This works too. My thought process usually goes like this:

"She's really sweet"
"I'm excited to spend time with her"
"I like the things she has to say"
"I'm gonna take her out to dinner"
"I can't wait for her to stay the night"
*JACK OFF*
"Nevermind. I don't need you to come over anymore"

Update for some reason:
I've gotten two sessions in, and I'm feeling better. I have goals now, I'm learning to deal with stuff, to be more social and assertive, and to let myself be happy. I'm working towards getting back together with my ex, but we'll see how that works out; I'm positive it will work, because the only thing that went wrong was jsut that I wasn't letting myself be happy. I'm even going to ask my dad's friend to teach me to play the bass, because I figure I've wanted to learn it for a while now, and it's a bit of a social step that I wouldn't normally take.
On two other notes: I'm going to be having my nerve resection soon, which means sometime in early or mid April, they're going to remove a section of my skull, move my brain to the side, and sever the left balance nerve. I'll have to learn motor skills again, but it will get rid of my vertigo attacks permanently. So, I'm ready to shave my head and rock this shit!
Bad note: It turns out that over a year of using diazepam more and more frequently for vertigo has given me not really an ADDICTION, but a chemical dependency on it, which is pretty common in long-term uses; this became evident when I had panic attacks last night and tonight because I didn't take any, and I'm stopping that right here and now, and starting a weaning program, because I am NOT going to deal with being chained to a damn pill, and I'm getting out of this now while it's easy.
So, progress!

and

No, that's not progress. Making s3xytime with someone else is progress. Just sayin'

I'm not going to get into all my bleeding heart bullshit, but sleeping around isn't my style. I'm pretty sure it's been mentioned

you should get a new style

There are 10,000 reasons to listen to Bill. And one of them involves an airhorn.

DONT get back with the ex. Do NOT. If you dont want to sleep around and have fun, thats cool. But whatever you do, DO NO GET BACK with the ex. You two didnt work out for whatever reason. Its not going to magically work itself out the 2nd time around. Bang her ( Im assuming a her. If a him same rules apply.) if you can and just dont have anyone else, and i mean just about ANYONE else, but dont get back together.

Dont.

If you do bang the ex, don't forget the airhorn.

That will pretty much guarantee that you won't get back together. Win-win.

I would totally love you if you made a youtube account so that we can watch you try to pick up things. We could even set the challenges. Like first start with a large plastic cup and eventually we'll move it up to a a pot of boiling water.

We'll see what happens with her. That's my stance on that for right now.
As for youtube, I don't have a camera and don't want to put a bunch of videos of myself looking like a lobotomized cancer patient out there. I'm not very jazzed about shaving my head.

It's not about you, it's about what you need to pay us in retribution for dumping on us.

I will pay in choco tacos

I prefer chipwiches

I prefer people make their sad life entertaining for the rest of us.
:melt

Are minor to moderate mental breakdowns and waiting for the surgery/recovery to finally come and go so you can move on entertaining? I'm a goldmine for that
For what it's worth, I'm going to try and volunteer at a hospital tomorrow, so maybe I'll have some story about an elderly man throwing his bedpan at me!

:melt

:boot

I came back for a bit to give you guys an update.
I've been going to my therapy sessions, and have been taking all of it very seriously. I started taking a light dose of Zoloft every day, and everything is working very well for me so far.
I'm sorry for all the drama and attention seeking I tried to gather here; I'm not well known for my rational posting here, I suppose. But still, it wasn't really called for.
For the first time in about as far back as I can even remember, I finally feel comfortable in my own skin, and don't feel like I'm being judged everywhere I go. I can actually talk and socialize and be active without getting nervous or anxious. It's kind of weird that it took a breakup and near suicide attempt to start the process to reach this point, but hey, in the end it's working out well, so I'm not complaining.
I'm not back together with my ex. We're still open for the future possibly, but it's not my top priority. Right now, I'm just waiting for my surgery and subsequent recovery so I can get back to working and earning and starting to really live.
So, thank you guys for the support some of you have given me. And thanks to everyone else; some of the posts made me realize I was being dramatic, and complaining wasn't helping me any.

Lol at "near suicide attempt". Would that be a call to your possible future call for attention?

:lol every single guy who's too shy to hit on NEW girls spouts off that exact same bullshit and thinks they're original and sensitive "OH GOD THIS IS THE SECOND GIRL I'VE EVER DATED WHAT IF SHE FINDS OUT ABOUT MY FIRST GIRLFRIEND AND THINKS I'M A MANSLUT WHO CAN'T GET OFF THE NONSTOP SEX TRAIN"

heyhey hey I got an idea; how about instead of acting like a desperate emotional sponge to the equally damaged ex girlfriend who'll only keep you around for when she doesn't have a REAL boyfriend, start dating a lonely fat girl and calm the fuck down

wait, n/m, you beat me to the punch with the calming the fuck down already

i remember my first near suicide attempt. i was so upset i considered gettubg a knife out of the kitchen and contemplating suicide

Wah I tried killing myself and post on an online forum afterwards. Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!

We do attract a lot of mentally unstable people it seems.

Just be glad you didn't wind up being as sad as this guy.

http://www.i-mockery.com/forum/showt...php?t=69706459

Finally I get your attention! I was beginning to think you had me blocked. I missed you.

Another addition to the forum crazies..,.:melt

haha I don't even remember that thread. Babs, get back in the goddamn doghouse

YOU MEAN DAWG POUND.

Therapy is fucking awesome. Everyone should do it.

I remember going to my college after I graduated and lying about still being a student just so I could get free therapy and Celexa prescriptions. Turns out my anxiety wasn't even that bad and I didn't even need medication; I just wanted to bitch to somebody about stuff and have them tell me I'm right about being mad. Which is what we all want, isn't it?

I've been off the meds for awhile and feels great :party

EDIT: REMEMBER THAT ONE EPISODE OF HEY ARNOLD WHERE HELGA WENT TO THERAPY THAT IS LIKE MY FAVORITE EPISODE OF ANY SHOW EVER GOD I MISS HEY ARNOLD.

I find therapy works about as well as having a good friend or screaming as you drive your car. The thing that breaks my heart is that I will never get to leave this planet and I will never ever know somebody in any real way. We are all equally helpless and clueless and we will stumble forever through a life that is impossible to seriously scrutinize. You can never know somebody as they know themselves, and you can never know yourself because half your motivations are buried in your subconscious.

So either you are going to kill yourself or you are going to die and the universe will be no different for it.

In the world of existentialism, no one can hear you scream :lol

I used to talk shit out with bigtimecow everyday because he's my best friend and we discuss everything right down to our bowel movements. but he works a million hours a week these days so I only see him sparingly :<

BS

Ditto, ever since I've been off lithium and seroquel, life hasn't been so uncomfortable. Surprising what a little productivity in your life can do for you.

Cynicism and nihilism are the only true personal philosophies so go buy some ice cream and watch My Little Pony because nothing else matters you faggots :brohoof

Good call.

Thanks guys - this thread is the second best belly laugh I've had in the past week. :D

:xmas3

My whole 'near suicide attempt' was that I was contemplating suicide, but I didn't have a sharp enough knife, or the balls to more or less saw my arm open with a dull knife. Then I found my box cutter from work that I thought I lost in my pocket, and took it as a sign that I should down all of my diazepam, about 80mg, and cut myself open. Fortunately, my parents called me out on my depression, and I decided to try therapy instead.
So yeah, sorry for being a drama queen my time here; I earned the snarky responses.
On a related note, do any of you guys have any ideas for a fun project to do when you're stuck at home? I've been trying to make a bracelet out of barbed wire, but I'm having trouble getting it into an even, round shape, and it's frustrating me...

:lol

I imagined you trying to sneak past them in the living room carrying knives and bottles of pills. Dad in a lounge chair looks over his newspaper, a smug and wry grin on his face, "Now, son..."

the knives are all clanking loudly and the pills rattling in their containers, when suddenly he loses his balance and all of the pills fly up in the air like confetti

The pills now scattered on floor, he starts tripping over them while waving his arms comically and his head ends up through the grandfather clock

A bird shoots out of the clock pronouncing, "cuckoo cuckooo." He is taken by ambulance to a hospital, where he is put on suicide watch for self-inflicted head trauma.

You forgot the spaghetti

"ZOINKS!" he exclaims

Do I at least get a talking canine sidekick? Or will I just see visions of Jesus everywhere?

The talking canine sidekick will be your vision of Jesus.

You know, I tried to contribute here with a picture of a dog dressed like Jesus but I literally couldn't find one. Has the internet finally failed me or did I fail myself?

:lol

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